The World turn'd up-side down
OR,
Money grown Troublesome.
Shewing the vanity of youngmen, who spend their youthfull days in rioting and wantonness, which
is undoubtedly the High-way to want and Beggary, as you may plainly see in these following lines, wherein
the Extravagant doth not only lament his mispent time, but also gives advice to others, to prevent those mi-
series which befell him by his profuse spending till too late he sees his errour.
Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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I Am a young blade that had money good store
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But now by debauchery grown very poor
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When I had enough to have served my turn
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Oh then in my pocket my money did burn
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Then straitway I hunted to find out good fellows,
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And could not endure to be out of an Alehouse,
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But by Whoring and Drinking I now am undone,
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And now I am laugh'd at, by everyone.
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And when I was drunk I must needs have a whore,
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By which means I quickly consumed my store;
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For I met with a Wench with her powdered locks,
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And she for my love furnish'd me with the Pox:
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The pains were so great that I could not endure:
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The Chyrurgion he would be well paid for his cure.
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So by whoreing and drinking I quite was undone,
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And now etc.
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With strong protestations she vow'd to be true,
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Who was both a Whore and a Pick-pocket too,
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And when she was gone, to the Tavern I went,
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To drink of the best then it was my intent:
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But when I my reckoning did come for to pay
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This whore she had stole all my Money away,
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So I got the Pox and my money was gone,
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And now etc.
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I' th' Alehouse and Tavern I took my delight,
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And seldome lay from them by day or by night;
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By which means I now am reduced so low,
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That I by their doors in danger do go:
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For now they do tell 'tis justice and reason
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They should have their money, and I lie in Prison,
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Thus whoreing & drinking it has me undone,
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And now etc.
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My Comrades with whom I my money had spent,
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And daily was used with them to frequent,
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They scoff and do jeer as I by them do go,
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And look on me as if they did me not know:
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Which adds to my sorrow, my trouble, and grief,
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Yet cannot by any means find me relief:
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For 'tis whoring and drinking that has me undone,
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And now I am laugh'd at by everyone.
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And since I do find how I now am despised
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I wish all youngmen would by me be advised,
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And if you in youth may be blessed with store,
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Oh! keep from an Alehouse and mind not a whore:
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And then you will find how your stock with increase,
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Your lives be a comfort, your conscience at peace:
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But by whoreing and drinking I now am undone,
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And now etc.
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The readiest road to destruction I think,
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Is for poor heedless youngmen like swine for to drink,
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For they by this means all their senses do drown'd,
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And do both their souls and their bodies confound:
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For a man that is drunk has no reason at all,
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And into all kind of temptation doth fall;
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For by whoring & drinking myself I've undone,
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And now etc.
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When a Whore doth but light of a man that's in drink
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His Coyn is her own she doth presently think,
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She fawns on him then, and she plays with his hair
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And he being drunk is soon caught in a snare:
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But while she doth give him a kiss or a smile
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Be sure of his Money she doth him beguile:
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Thus by whoreing & drinking I am quite undone,
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And now etc.
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Then do not you question what I write to you,
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For wofull experience doth tell me 'tis true,
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And I that for folly so dearly have paid
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Thereof would have other men be afraid:
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I heartily wish that my vain wanton doing
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Might prove as a means to prevent others ruine.
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For by whoring & drinking I am quite undone,
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And now etc.
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There's no man doth know but he that hath try'd,
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When poverty comes how the friendship's deny'd;
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And those unto whom you were formerly kind,
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Greatest strangers will seem you will certainly find.
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But be wise in your youth & your friends will remain
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Who, if you grow poor, will your folly disdain:
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For by whoring & drinking I am quite undone,
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And now I am laugh'd At by everyone.
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