Song

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.