Purcell: "I'Ll Sail Upon The Dog-Star" - Original Version, 1688: I Sigh'D, And I Pin'D...There'S Nothing So Fatal... Wom

I sighed and I pined
Was constant and kind
To a jilt that laughed at my pains
Though my passion ne'er cooled
I found I was fooled
For all my abundance of brains
But now I'm a thing as great as a king
So blest is the head that is addled
The dull empty pate soonest comes to be great
Fate dotes on a fool in the cradle
There's nothing so fatal as woman
To hurry a man to his grave
You may think, you may plot
You may sly like a sot
She uses you more like a slave
But a bottle, although it be common
The cheats of the fair will undo
It'll drive from your head the delights of the bed
He that's drunk is not able to woo