Poem by John Gay

He That Tastes Woman

Man may escape from rope and gun;
Nay, some have out-liv'd the doctor's pill;
Who takes a woman must be undone,
That basilisk is sure to kill.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets,
So he that tastes woman, woman, woman,
He that tastes woman, ruin meets. 

1. Sweet William's Farewell to Black-Ey'd Susan
2. To a Young Lady, with Some Lampreys
3. An Elegy on a Lap-dog
4. If the Heart of a Man
5. The Quidnunckis

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