A Song: Love a Woman! you're an Ass

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.

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.

Farewel, Woman, I intend,
Henceforth, ev'ry Night to sit
With my lewd well-natur'd Friend,
Drinking to engender Wit.