Some say women are like the sea, Some the waves and some the rocks, Some the rose that soon decays, Some the weather, some the cocks; But if you'll give me leave to tell, There's nothing can be compared so well, As wine, wine, women and wine, They run in a parallel. Women are witches when they will, So is wine, so is wine, They make the statesman lose his skill, The soldier, lawyer, and divine; They put-a gigg in the gravest skull, And send their wits to gather wool; 'Tis wine, wine, women and wine, They run in a parallel. What is't makes your face so pale, What is't that makes your looks divine, What makes your courage rise and fall? Is it not women, is it not wine? Whence proceed the inflaming doses That set fire to your noses? From wine, wine, women and wine, They run in a parallel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |