You'l all confess that what I write is true,
I know no reason but that without dispute
This may as well be printed as sung to a Lute.
To a gallant delightful new Tune, well known among Musitioners, and in Play-houses: Called Women and Wine.
Thomas
[71.]Some Women are like to the Wine,
like the Sea, and like the Rocks,
But they that proves them soon may find 'em
like the Wine and Weathercocks.
But if you'l believe me,