He loved a wench well; and one time getting one of the Maids of Honour up against a tree in a wood (it was his first lady) who seemed at first boarding to be something fearful of her honour, and modest, she cried,
'Sweet Sir Walter, what do you me ask? Will you undo me? Nay, sweet Sir Walter! Sweet Sir Walter! Sir Walter!'
At last, as the danger and the pleasure at the same time grew higher, she cried in the ecstasy,
'Swisser Swatter, Swisser Swatter!'
She proved with child, and I doubt not but this hero took care of them both, as also that the product was more than an ordinary mortal.
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