What are the beauties of life?
What are the pleasures you’ve known?
They are misery by the side of a nagging wife
They are quickly swine’s way blown
I could be this, that or more
I could be them, they and sore
It is nothing to her piscine taste
Incite by blood, she wriggles to lie to waste
Who can a woman please?
None, in a state of ease