Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1-
   Through all the employments of life
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    Each neighbour abuses his brother;
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  Whore and rogue they call husband and wife:
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    All professions be-rogue one another.
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  The priest calls the lawyer a cheat,
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    The lawyer be-knaves the divine;
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  And the statesman, because he's so great,
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    Thinks his trade as honest as mine.Air XI.A Soldier and a Sailor2-
   A fox may steal your hens, sir,
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  A whore your health and pence, sir,
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  Your daughter rob your chest, sir,
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  Your wife may steal your rest, sir,
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    A thief your goods and plate.
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   But this is all but picking,
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  With rest, pence, chest and chicken;
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  It ever was decreed, sir,
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  If lawyer's hand is fee'd, sir,
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    He steals your whole estate.Air XXII.Cotillon3-
   Youth's the season made for joys,
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    Love is then our duty,
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  She alone who that employs,
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    Well deserves her beauty.
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     Let's be gay,
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     While we may,
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     Beauty's a flower, despised in decay.CHORUS.3-
   Youth's the season, &c.Cotillon3-
   Let us drink and sport to-day,
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    Ours is not to-morrow.
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  Love with youth flies swift away,
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    Age is nought but sorrow.
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     Dance and sing,
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     Time's on the wing,
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  Life never knows the return of spring.CHORUS.3-
   Let us drink, &c.Air XXVI.4-
Courtiers, Courtiers think it no harm, &c.4-
   Man may escape from rope and gun;
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  Nay, some have out-liv'd the doctor's pill;
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  Who takes a woman must be undone,
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    That basilisk is sure to kill.
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  The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets,
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  So he that tastes woman, woman, woman,
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    He that tastes woman, ruin meets.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    