Song LXVIII., pp.320-321.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

Women and Wine

– 

SOme say women are like sea, 

Some the waves, and some the rocks, 

Some the rose that soon decays, 

Some the weather, some the cocks; 

But if you’ll give me leave to tell, 

There’s nothing can be compar’d so well, 

As wine, wine, women and wine, 

They run in a parallel. 

– 

Women are witches when they will, 

So is wine, so is wine, 

They make the statesman lose his skill, 

She soldier, lawyer and divine; 

They put a gigg in the gravest scull, 

And send their wits to gather wool; 

‘Tis wine, wine, women and wine, 

They run in a parallel. 

– 

What is’t that makes your face so pale, 

What is’t that makes your looks divine, 

What makes your courage rise and fall, 

Is it not women, is it nor wine? 

Whence proceed th’ inflaming doses, 

That set fire to your noses? 

From wine, wine, women and wine, 

They run in a parallel. 

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