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