To beauty born a willing slave,a merry happy man,I slight the nymph I cannot have,and dost on those I can.Chor: This constant maxim still I hold,to baffle all despair,The (illegible text), ugly are and old,the kind are young and fair.
The women would no more perplex,We're men resolv'd and free.Soft smiles become the charming sex,no pouting Miss for me.
In wedlock's bands if e'er I join,good humour be my guide,Let dimpled smiles and love be mine,I'll laugh at female pride.
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