On various objects spend my treasure:
That Woman sure no joy can find,
Who to one man is only joyn’d.
Chorus.
Since we then such freedom have,
Wee’l purchase pleasure or a grave:
’Tis better so, then live a slave.
What pleasure is in full cram’d bags?
No more then is in Beggars rags:
Vnless made use of, what is Cash?