An excellent New SONG,
CALL'D,
The Praise of Women;
OR,
Wine, Women, and Musick.
Being a Play-House Song to a pleasant New Tune.
HOw lovely's a Woman before she's enjoy'd, when the Spirits are strong, & the fancy not cloy'd
we admire every part tho' never so plain, which when throughly possest we quickly disdain.
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Each Lady we court, and beg they'd be kind,
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And when they consent for to be of our mind,
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We kiss and embrace and do what's to be done,
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When their Bellies are full we leave them forlorn
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All Women we see we do hope to enjoy,
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We think our selves hapy if they prove not coy,
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Each feature we praise and admire their parts,
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'Tho to the next face we do proffer our hearts.
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So drinking we love too just at the same rate,
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For when we are at it we foolishly prate;
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What Acts we have done, and set up for wit,
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But next mornings pains our pleasures do quit.
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We drink all the morning both Coffee and Tea,
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And think there is none live more sober than we,
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Till to dinner we move then the glass must go round,
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Full Bumpers of Wine till our senses are drown'd.
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Then about midnight we reeling home go,
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And neither the Watchmen or Constable know,
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Thus wine makes us valiant for when we are drunk
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We draw at each man for a nasty Town Punk.
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But Musicks a pleasure, that tires not so soon,
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Tis pleasant in morning, tis welcome at Noon,
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Tis charming at nights to sing Catches in parts,
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It diverts our dull hours, & rejoyces our hearts.
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But Musick alone without Women and Wine,
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Will govern but dully tho' never so fine;
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Therefore by consent we'll enjoy them all three,
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Wine & Musick for you, & the Women for me.
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For still of all pleasures there's none can copare,
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To the joys of a Woman that's charming & fair,
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She diverts us all day with pleasing delight,
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Then Raptures of Joy she yields all the night.
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