You interfering ladies, you
That prove your minds enjoy less rest
Than those poor mortals you advise,
Whose habits shock your dainty taste -
Peace, let the poor be free to do
The things they like - be happy, you!

Let boys and girls kiss here and there,
Men drink, and smoke the strongest weed;
Let beggars, who'll not wash with soap,
Enjoy their scratching till they bleed:
Let all poor women, if they please,
Enjoy a pinch of snuff, and sneeze.