[Folly plainly made Manifest,]
BY
An Extravagant Husband
Being his kind Advice to all, of high or low Degree,
Least they in Poverty do fall, and bring themselves to misery.
To the Tune of, I have a Mistris of my own.
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BAd Husbands now I pray draw near,
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and also hearken to my Ditty;
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Of evil company beware,
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for if you don't the more's the pitty:
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For by the same we plainly see,
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some men do work their own undoing,
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And bring themselves to poverty,
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and their poor Families to ruine.
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For those that do delight in it,
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would certainly increase their trouble
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Beside they dulsifie their wit,
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and add their sorrows ten times double
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For when that you have wasted all,
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they will certainly abuse you,
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When you in any troubles fall,
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they will utterly refuse you.
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I do remember formerly,
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when I us'd the trade of drinking,
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My wife and I could not agree,
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for my pocket that was shrinking:
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Daily I did take much pains,
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yet my folly over-rul'd me,
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The Ale-house then receiv'd the gains,
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and in my trouble they did fool me.
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My Wife with tears perswaded me,
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but I afforded her no pitty,
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But gave my self such liberty,
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I rambled thorow Town and City:
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Thus my wife and Children small,
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they might weep till they were weary,
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While I for Liquor freely call'd,
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with which I made my heart full merry
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THus my wife and children small,
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they had nothing to relieve them,
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When they to her for Bread did call,
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she had never a bit to give them:
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Then her sorrows they were great,
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she with tears did much lament it,
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To see her poor unhappy state,
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and knows not how to be contented.
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The Ale-wives kindness to him in a
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time of Trouble.
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At length I being out of work,
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they did much deride and flout me,
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And said that I was but a shark,
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and they had rather been without me:
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Thus when I did stand in need,
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all my former friends did slight me,
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Which made my very heart to bleed,
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I had nothing to delight me.
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But I made a vow therefore,
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in the heat of my vexation,
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I'le set a cross upon their door,
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and then i'le find my habitation:
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My life I will begin a new,
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what I do get i'le save together,
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The Proverb old is very true,
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a penny is good in rainy weather.
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All company I have forsook,
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and Ale-houses where I did lie at,
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And better courses I have took,
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which brings me to much peace & quiet
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I'le be a Husband to my wife,
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and I will do my best endeavour,
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To have the Comfort of our life,
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and live in love like lambs together.
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I very seldom had my health,
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beside the charge of my expences,
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I often was beside my self,
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for drinking rob'd me of my sences:
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I'le never do the like again,
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I will utterly refrain them,
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The Hostess she shall sit and Spin,
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for they are fools that will maintain them
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Let all bad husbands mend with speed,
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before old age doth overtake you,
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For when you most do stand in need,
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your feigned friends will quite forsake you
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When your youthful strength is past,
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you will be from them quite absented,
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Griefs and sorrows comes at last,
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then too late you may repent it.
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