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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN, THE SAD QUEEN by PAUL VALERY TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SHIPWRECK, SELECTION by WILLIAM FALCONER SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON |