An Excellent New SONG,
CALL'D,
The Praise of Women.
OR,
Wine, Women and Musick.
Being a Playhouse Song to a pleasant New Tune.
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HOw lovely's a Woman before she's enjoy'd,
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when the Spirits are strong, & the Fancy not cloy'd,
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we admire ev'ry part, tho never so plain,
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which when throly possest we quickly disdain.
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Each Lady we court, and begg 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 ourselves happy 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 Morning's Pains our Pleasures do quit.
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We drink all the Morning both Coffe and Tea,
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And think there is none live more sober than we.
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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 make us valiant, for when we are drun[k]
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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 Catche[s in parts,]
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It diverts our dull hours, and rejoyces o[ur hearts.]
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But Musick alone, without Women an[d Wine,]
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Will govern but dully tho' never so fine[;]
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Therefore by consent we'll enjoy them a[ll three,]
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Wine and Musick for you, and the Women [for me.]
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For still of all pleasures there's none can [compare,]
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To the Joye of a Woman that's charmin[g & fair,]
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She diverts us all day with pleasing deli[ght,]
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Then Raptures of Joy she yields all the N[ight.]
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