Looking-Glass for Drunkards. Or,
The Good-Fellows Folly.
Moderately Deproving all such as practice the Beastly Sin of Inordinate and Excessive Tippling:
With an Admonition for the future to forbear the same. To the Tune of, Fye, Dutchmen, fye!
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DRunkards how dare ye boast of your hard drinking?
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think you there is neither heaven nor hell?
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Whilst ye do headlong post, to the pit sinking:
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you take no care, but think all things is well:
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O fie! forb[e]ar, 'tis a sin that will cry;
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And pierce the clouds and the heavens so high:
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Fye, Drunkards, fye!
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Late in the Tavern where I had occasion,
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to drink my part of a pint with a friend,
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Being o'recome by his subtile perswasion,
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& staid the longer some business to end:
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I saw a drunken crew in the room by,
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Swearing and tearing and rending the sye,
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fye, Drunkards, fye!
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Some were caroussing, while others were singing,
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others like sotts lay dead drunk on the floor,
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Some at their fellows Glasses were slinging,
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another a vomiting behind the door:
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Such a confusions I ne'r did espy,
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Men in their shape but like beasts they did lye:
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Fye, Drunkards, fye!
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Drawers says one bring us Pottles in plenty,
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let us not want, whatsoever we score;
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I'le make them every one drunk were they twenty,
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or else i'le never drink Sack any more:
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Fill more Tobacco another did cry,
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Time is but short, then our work let us plye:
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Fye, Drunkards, fye!
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Fidlers strike up amain, why are you drowsie?
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are you already drunk, you sons for whores?
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Why do you shrug so as if you were Rowsie?
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play or i'le kick you all out of the doors:
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With such base language they still did reply,
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Sirrah fill Liquor for I am dry:
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Fye, Drunkards, fye!
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When with Canary their heads were enflamed,
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then down they tumble o're Chairs & o're stools,
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Yet never felt how their bodies were maimed.
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they were so sottishly drunk and such fools,
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Then up and at it, we here must not lye,
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Fill us more liquor again they do cry.
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Fie, Drunkards, fie!
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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THen by and by they begin for to quarrel,
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as it is usual amongst such a rout;
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Having drunk more then enough by a Barrel.
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Flaggons and Pots they must now flye about:
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Reeling and staggering thus they would cry:
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Zounds if thou kills me thou surely shalt dye:
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Fy, Drunkards, fie!
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Run call a Constable Boy, quoth the Master,
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to take an order with this same mad crew;
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I will take care they shall be lock't up faster,
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in a strong Prison, since it is their due:
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Where they like Ratts till the morning must lye,
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Every one flouting as they do pass by:
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Fy, Drunkards, fie!
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O what a shame it is, men of good breeding,
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should be besotted and so led a[w]ay:
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Whilst your concerns and estates lies a bleeding,
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you ne'r consider but thus go astray:
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Besides offending the Lord that's on high,
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You take a course to be poor e're you dye.
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Fy, Drunkards, fie!
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What will you do when your pockets are drained,
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and all your coyn is consumed in drink;
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How shall your family thus be maintained?
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who shall provide for you then do you think?
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Leave off in time, and such tipling defie,
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And God will bless you the better, say I.
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Fye, Drunards, fie!
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I onely speak to all those that abuse it,
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'tis not to all that my lines I direct;
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Men may be merry, and yet may not use it,
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for to be drunk, or occasion neglect:
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But there's so many from thence will not ly,
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That unto such I am forced to cry,
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Fy, Drunkards, fie!
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Now to conclude, I should be highly pleased,
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if in this Glass their own forms they would view;
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Before that folly too much hath them seized,
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and at the last they are forced to rue,
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Consider rightly, and cast it not by,
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And then hereafter I need not to cry,
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Fy, Drunkards, fie.
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