1. Though I am wanton and dissolute,
Religion occurs not to my mind.

2. Modest I am, decorous withal;
My honor by gold won from mankind.

3. If riches can stain the freeborn man,
My honor is kept by riches fine.

4. The ample-hipped and lovely doe
I love, nor cloak I that love of mine.

5. In the tavern of pipeline fair
They strap her hips with a figured belt.

6. Down her neck the sweat trickles, like
A stream where a bracelet has lately dwelt.

7. Till when, the wine working, she smiles,
Throwing her pearls away in play.

8. Then I summon Satan and say to him,
"Prithee, spare that drink to our little clay!"

9. So we pass the night, while the golden flask
Goes round the circle in merriment.