'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

'Tis strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel

I think I could be a good woman if I had five thousand a year

Then sing as Martin Luther sang:"Who loves not wine, woman, and song,He is a fool his whole life long!"

If thou hast never been a fool, be sure thou wilt never be a wise man.

A man -- I let the truth out --
Who's had almost every tooth out,
Cannot sing as once he sang,
When he was young as you are young,
When he was young and lutes were strung,
And love-lamps in the casement hung.