I.
Love a Woman! you're an Ass,
'Tis a most insipid Passion;
To chuse out for your Happiness,
The silliest Part of God's Creation.
II.
Let the Porter, and the Groom,
Things design'd for dirty Slaves;
Drudge in fair Aurelia's Womb,
To get Supplies for Age and Graves.
III.
Farewel, Woman, I intend,
Henceforth, ev'ry Night to sit
With my lewd well-natur'd Friend,
Drinking to engender Wit.