Love A Woman? You're An Ass. 'Tis A Most Insipid Passion To Choose Out For Your Happiness The Idlest 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 Intrenches, There'S A Sweet, Soft Page Of Mine Does The Trick Worth Forth Wenches.