I do not know if this is by that prolific author, Anon, or if I just forgot to write down their name, but it is good fun
Ten months after Florimel happened to wed,
And was brought in a laudable manner to bed,
She warbled her groans with so charming a voice,
That one half of the parish was stunned with the noise.
But when Florimel deigned to lie privately in,
Ten months before she & her spouse were akin,
She chose with such prudence her pangs to conceal
That her nurse, nay her midwife, scarce heard her once squeal.
Learn, husbands, from hence, for the peace of your lives,
That maids make not half such a tumult as wives
