by Thomas d'Urfey (1653 - 1723)
There's nothing so fatal as Woman
Language: English
There's nothing so fatal as Woman,
To hurry a Man to his Grave;
You may think, you may plot,
You may sigh like a Sot:
She uses you more like a Slave.
But a Bottle, altho' it be common,
The Cheats of the Fair will undo,
It will drive from your Head
The Delights of the Bed;
He that's drunk is not able to wooe.
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas d'Urfey (1653 - 1723) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "There's nothing so fatal as Woman", Z. 571 no. 2 (1688), from the incidental music to A Fool's Preferment -or- The Three Dukes of Dunstable, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Virginia Knight
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 65