%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Looking-Glass for Drunkards. Or, / The Good-Fellows Folly. / Moderately Deproving all such as practise the Beastly Sin of Inordinate and Excessive Tippling: / With an Admonition for the future to forbear the same. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1674-1679 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2008 21918

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4.258 R188477 1 Fye, Dutchmen, fye! Fie, Dutchmen, Fie! DRunkards how dare ye boast of your hard drinking? / think you there is neither heaven nor hell? Fye, Drunkards, fye! THen by and by they begin for to quarrel, / as it is usual amongst such a rout; Fye, Drunkards, fye! Pepys 4.258 Wing L3016[D] 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. 4: 258 Looking-Glass for Drunkards. Or, / The Good-Fellows Folly. / Moderately Deproving all such as practise the Beastly Sin of Inordinate and Excessive Tippling: / With an Admonition for the future to forbear the same. 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. 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. The second Part, The second Part, The Second Part, 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 288 torn top edge, creased and damaged surface, uneven inking cast fleurons 1674-1679 Printed for R. B. and sold by F. Coles, T. Vere, I. Wright, / and I. Clarke. R. B., F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke Blagden

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