Love a woman?
You're an ass.'Tis a most insipid
To choose out for your
The idlest part of God's creation.
Let the porter and the groom,
Things designed for dirty slaves,
Drudge in fair Aurelia's
To get supplies for age and graves.
Farewell, woman!
I
Henceforth every night to
With my lewd, well-natured friend,
Drinking to engender wit.
Then give me health, wealth, mirth, and wine,
And if busy Love intrenches,
There's a sweet, soft page of
Does the trick worth forty wenches.
