![]() | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester | ![]() |
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Song.
[Love a Woman! y'are an Ass]
Love a Woman! y'are an Ass,
'Tis a most insipid Passion,
To choose out for your happiness
The idlest part of Gods Creation!
'Tis a most insipid Passion,
To choose out for your happiness
The idlest part of Gods Creation!
Let the Porter, and the Groome,
Things design'd for dirty Slaves,
Drudge in fair Aurelias Womb,
To get supplies for Age, and Graves.
Things design'd for dirty Slaves,
Drudge in fair Aurelias 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.
Henceforth, ev'ry Night to sit,
With my lewd well natur'd Friend,
Drinking, to engender Wit.
Then give me Health, Wealth, Mirth, and Wine,
And if busie Love, intrenches,
There's a sweet soft Page, of mine,
Does the trick worth Forty Wenches.
And if busie Love, intrenches,
There's a sweet soft Page, of mine,
Does the trick worth Forty Wenches.
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