%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Statute for Swearers and Drunkards, / OR / Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot saue you, / For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will haue you. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/13/2008 20096

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1.214-215 S125673 1 When Canons are roaring When Cannons are roaring When Cannons Are Roaring YOu that in wicked wayes / long time haue ranged; Forsake now your follies, / your booke cannot saue you: / For if you sweare and be drunke, / the Stockes will haue you. YOu that sweale out your life / in beastly drinking; Woodcut caption: Husb?d, beware the Stocks; [with caption set adjacent in type: 'Be warned by me you Swearers and Drunkards for I first broke the Statut[e]'] Pepys 1.214-215 STC 23239 for J. T[rundle 1624] (The statutes referred to are in 9507, c.7, 20) Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over columns 1 & 2: To the left of the cut, woman stands in profile, holding a pipe (or a ladle?). She gestures at the seated man (her husband, as per the caption). She wears a simple dress, a cap, apron, and low shoes. A caption above her in the picture warns: Husb?d, beware the Stocks. To the right of the cut, the man sits at a table, on which sit various drinking vessels. He holds a smoking pipe in his left hand, and his right hand is empty. A stream of what appears to be vomit (or possibly some odd cloth?) issues forth from his mouth onto the table. Beneath his chair stands what appears to be a chamberpot. He wears a soft cap, short breeches, a doublet, hose, and low shoes. Above his head, a sign of a heraldic rose hangs (possibly the sign of a tavern?).: 83 x 110 Woodblock 2: second 1/2 sheet, over columns 3 & 4: A man sits in the stocks, playing a fiddle. To his right (the left of the cut) stands a smaller figure of a man holding a tankard. The fiddling man in the center of the cut sits on a bench with one leg through a hole in the stocks. He wears a doublet with a collar, short breeches, hose, and low shoes. The man to the left of the cut stands facing the central figure, his left arm upraised, holding a tankard. He wears dark clothing: a doublet with a collar, short breeches, hose, ribbon garters, and low shoes.: 90 x 121 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 214 1: 215 A Statute for Swearers and Drunkards, / OR / Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot saue you, / For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will haue you. A Statute for Swearers and Drunkards, OR Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you, For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. A Staute For Swearers and Drunkards, or, Forsake Now Your Follies, Your Book Cannot Save You, For If You Swear and Be Drunk, the Stocks Will Have You. The second Part. The second Part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 289 x 130 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 290 x 130 cropped top edge, creased, uneven inking cropped left and right edges, creased, holed, damaged surface, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1624 Printed at Londondon for J. T. and are to be sold at his shop in Smithfield J.T. Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:214-215 under J. T. [John Trundle]. She notes that STC lists J. T[rundle]. Plomer lists a John Trundle active in London 1603-26. Plomer does not mention John Trundle keeping a shop at Smithfield. BBTI confirms that the only Trundle with an initial J. was John Trundle, 1595-1600, 1597-1626. No one active with intials I. T. at this time. There is a John Tapp or Tape active ca. 1624, as well as a few others with intials J. T. ESTC lists I. T[rundle].

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YOu that in wicked wayes long time have ranged; Now must be with the times, turned and changed. The Realmes carefull keepers such Lawes have ordained, By which from your vices base, you must be weaned. Let high and low, rich and poore, strive for to mend all; And forbeare for to sweare, curse, drinke, and spend all: Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. You that doe swim in silkes, in gold and bravery; Thinke not, your gawdy clothes can hide your knavery: You that consume your states, by debosht courses; Riding the Turnbole Jades, like hackney horses: Banish your now base trickes, your drinking and drabbing, Your cursing, your swearing, your roring and stabbing: Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. You that thinke, he's no man of reputation, That cannot sweare and be drunke, and do't in fashion; You that doe thinke your selves ne're better graced; Then when 'mongst drunkards you are set and placed:
You do that brag, and say, your braines are stronger, Then shallow pates, who at pots cannot hold longer. Forsake now your follies your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the stockes will have you. You that cry, Kergo, boyes, hang up all sorrowe; Drinke stiffe, our Landlord shall stay till to morrow: Then reeling out of dores into the kennell; Yet sweare, you sweeter smell then does the Fennell: You that lie bathing from morning till twilight, In Taverne and Tipling house, to cleare the eye-sight. Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. You that will whoot at him, as at some wonder, That will not rap out othes lowd as the Thunder; You that familiarly use in your talking, Prophanely for to sweare, sitting or walking: And you that deeme them not men of good fashion; That has not learnt the rules of Prophanation. Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you, For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you.
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YOu that sweate our your life in beastly drinking; Untill your bodies and breaths be stinking: You that sit sucking still at the strong barrell, Till into tatters rent turnes your apparell: You that by guzling transforme your best features, Changing your selves from men, to swinish creatures: Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the stockes will have you. You that doe scorne abroad for to be scanting, Though to your wife at home, bread may be wanting. And your poore children eke likely to perish: Whilst you with Taplash strong your corps doe cherish: Crying still, let them starve, tush, 'tis no matter. With drinke ile stuffe my guts, let them drinke water. Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. You that at midnight can outsweare the watchmen; And brave a Constable, that stands to catch men, You that with giddie braines by the wall holdeth, And ith' darke every post in his armes foldeth.
And you that in the durt, thrust deepe your noses; There sleeping sweetly as in beds of Roses: Forsake now your follies, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. You that in dregs of drinke so drowne your reason; That you are loth to leave in timely season: But drinke still following, neglect your vocation; Till you have nor meanes left, nor habitation, You that will spend as much, just at one sitting; As would a weeke yours keepe with victuals fitting, Forsake now your follie, your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will have you. You that desire to dwell In heaven hereafter, Must not of this device Make jest or laughter: But must shake off these crimes, With much distasting, If you hope to enjoy Life everlasting. To honest men let this be Sound admonition, To bewaile their past sinnes With sad contrition, Forsake now your follies, Your booke cannot save you: For if you sweare and be drunke, The Stockes will have you.
Printed at Londondon for J.T. and are to be sold at his shop in Smithfield