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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A CAVEAT for Tiplers:
OR,
A Pious and Religious Reformation,
Appointed by His Sacred Majesty, for the due Obser-
vance of the Sabbath, to the Honour of GOD, the Good of the
KINGDOM, that Peace and Plenty may flourish upon a long and
lasting Foundation. To the Tune of, Packington's Pound.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.

YOu Sabbath-day Tiplers, pray do not repine,
That you are deny'd of the drinking of wine,
And other strong liquours upon the Lord's Day,
It is for your good; therefore mind what I say,
You will find the benefit of it I know,
Both inward and outward far better you'll grow,
For many a Sixpence and Shilling you ll save,
While tipling on Sundays no longer we have.

The Ale-wives crys out that the Laws are severe,
Yet nevertheless I will make it appear,
That while they went on in their tipling trade,
Both they and their Cronies no conscience they made;
But all sermon-time they would revel and swear;
The which was notorious I needs must declare;
Now many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sundays no longer we have.

That sin both endangers their Bodies and Souls,
For while they run on in their hectoring bowls;
The Rich was made poor, and the Poor was made worse,
No cloaths to their back, nor a groat in their purse;
But poverty was their companion always,
While some in a Prison had ended their days;
Now many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sundays no longer we have.

To sit in an Ale-house from morning to night,
Both drinking and smoaking the Devil's delight;
There funking Tobacco, set forth such a smell,
As if they had been on the borders of Hell,
Still belching forth many a horrable oath,
But now let these Gallants be sober henceforth:
Then many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sundays no longer we have.

Some Men that has wrought for nine shillings a week,
Upon the Lord's Day they would ramble to seek
For jovial Companions to tipple and drink;
With whom they would waste the best part of their chink,
Which they had been working for six days before,
O this was a practice which still kept them poor;
Now many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sunday no longer we have.

From Ale-house to Ale-house, they'd ramble and roam,
And may be at night they'd come staggering home;
Their Wives have been careful to get them to bed,
Next morning the liquor has lain in their head;

So that beside all their vast charges and cost,
Both Monday and Tuesday they commonly lost;
Now many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sunday no longer we have.

Smiths, Carpenters, Joyners, and Bricklayers too,
House-painters and all the boon frolicksome Crew;
And many more Tradesmen which here I might name,
For Sabbath-day tippling, was highly to blame,
For all the day long they would tope liquor strong,
By which their poor Families suffer'd much wrong;
Now many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
Now Sabbath-day Tipling no longer they'll have.

For while they did lead such extravagant lives,
Behold their poor Children and sorrowful Wives
At home they might sit, and without e're a bit,
While Men in the Ale-house drank more than was fit;
It was but in vain for to sigh and complain,
They would no their frollicksome courses refrain;
Now many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sunday no longer we have.

These Fudlers then, Ralph, Robin, and Ben,
They look'd like dejected poor sorrowful Men;
Which often they meet here in every street,
For want of strong liquor each other to treat;
Poor Fellows they'r vexed and griev'd to the Heart,
Because with dry lips they are forced to part;
But many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sunday no longer we have.

Quoth Richard to Robin, Dear Brother 'tis hard,
That we from strong liquor should be so debarr'd.
Adzugers, so 'tis, lusty Roger replies,
While sorrowful tears trickle down from his eyes;
Like a Child for the Breast, they did long I protest,
For a Pipe and a Pot could not be at rest;
Yet many a Sixpence and Shilling they'll save,
While tipling on Sunday no longer we have.

Now you that are vext at this sober Decree,
Both Ale-wives or Fudlers who ever you be;
Be pleas'd to take notice of what I shall say,
Is it not far better to honour the Day,
Then to sit in Ale-houses quaffing full bowls,
Expending your Mony and wronging your Souls;
Both which you may truly endeavour to save,
Since tipling on Sundays no longer we have.


LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass, on London-bridge.

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