Thomas Nashe talks about dildos in his 1592 poem “The Choosing of Valentines, or The Merie Ballad of Nashe His Dildo.” The male protagonist leaves his partner unsatisfied so she grabs her toy to take care of herself and tells us:
My little dildo shall supply their kind:A knave, that moves as light as leaves by wind;That bendeth not, nor foldeth any deal,But stands as stiff, as he were made of steele,And plays at peacock twixt my legs right blythe,And doeth my tickling swage with many a sigh;For, by Saint Runnion he'll refresh me well,And never make my tender belly swell.