Doily at the nose

[abu nuwas]

I do not dance, I do not dance; dance I do not do;
Why would I in some noisy room, or in a big marquis?
Why do the women coax me up, to crush their feet and shoes;
Unless by chance, unhappy chance, it is some special 'you'.

'Tis better by miles, by miles and miles, to stay away from the din,
To talk and to drink, to drink and to talk, with smiles, and smiles and smiles.
So no, and no, and no! Yes no, no no; though I say it with a grin
-I do not dance.