%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Delights of the Bottle: / OR, / The Town-Gallants Declaration for Women and Wine / Being a Perfect Description of a Town-bred-Gentleman, with all his Intregues, Pleasure, Company, Humor, & Conversation. / Gallants from faults he cannot be exempt, / Who doth a task so difficult attempt; / I know I shall not hit your feature right, / Tis hard to imitate in Black and White; / Some Lines were drawn by a more Skilfull hand, / And which those were, you'l quickly understand: / Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, / I did but make a Ballade of a Song. Shadwell, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1672-1672 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/29/2012 31754

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R14042 1 To a most Admirable New Tune, every where much in Request Delights of the Bottle, The To a most Admirable New Tune, every where much in Request THe Delights of the Bottle, & Charms of good Wine / To the Pow'r and the pleasures of Love must resign: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 71 The Delights of the Bottle: / OR, / The Town-Gallants Declaration for Women and Wine / Being a Perfect Description of a Town-bred-Gentleman, with all his Intregues, Pleasure, Company, Humor, & Conversation. / Gallants from faults he cannot be exempt, / Who doth a task so difficult attempt; / I know I shall not hit your feature right, / Tis hard to imitate in Black and White; / Some Lines were drawn by a more Skilfull hand, / And which those were, you'l quickly understand: / Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, / I did but make a Ballade of a Song. The Delights of the Bottle: OR, The Town-Gallants Declaration for Women and Wine Being a Perfect Description of a Town-bred-Gentleman, with all his Intregues, Pleasure, Company, Humor, & Conversation. Gallants from faults he cannot be exempt, Who doth a task so difficult attempt; I know I shall not hit your feature right, Tis hard to imitate in Black and White; Some Lines were drawn by a more Skilfull hand, And which those were, you'l quickly understand: Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, I did but make a Ballade of a Song. The Delights of the Bottle: OR, The Town-Gallant's Declaration for Women and Wine Being a Perfect Description of a Town-bred-Gentleman, with all his Intrigues, Pleasure, Company, Humor, & Conversation. Gallants from faults he cannot be exempt, Who doth a task so difficult attempt; I know I shall not hit your feature right, It is hard to imitate in Black and White; Some Lines were drawn by a more Skillful hand, And which those were, you'll quickly understand: Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, I did but make a Ballad of a Song. Shadwell, Thomas 1672-1672 Philip Brooksby, and R. Burton

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THe Delights of the Bottle, & Charms of good Wine To the Powr and the pleasures of Love must resign: Though the Night in the joys of good drinking be past, The Debauches but till the morning doth last; But Loves great Debauch is more lasting and strong, For that often lasts a Man all his life long. Love, and Wine, are the hands that fasten us all, The World but for this, to Confusion would fall: Were it not for the pleasures of Love, and good Wine, Mankind, for each trifle, their lives woud resign; Theyd not value dull life, or woud live without thinking, Nor Kings rule the World, but for Love & good drinking. For the Grave, and the Dull, by sobriety Cursd, That woud nere take a glass, but for quenching his thirst; He that once in a Moneth takes a touch of the Smock,
And poor Nature upholds, with a bit and a knock: Whatsoever the Ignorant Rabble may say, Tho he breaths till a hundred, he lives not a Day. Let the Puritan Preach against Wenches, and Drink, He may prate out his Lungs, but I know what I think; When the Lecture is done, hel a Sister intice, Not a Letcher in Town, can out-do him at Vice; Tho beneath his Religion, he stifles his joys, And become a Debauch, without clamour or noise. Twixt the Vices of both, little difference lyes, But that one is more open, the other precize: Though he drinks like a Chick, with his eye-balls lift up Yet Ile warrant thee Boy, he shall take off his Cup: His Religious Debauch, does the Gallants out-match, For a Saint is his Wench, and a Psalm is his Catch.
For the Lady of Vertue, and Honour so strict, That who offers her Guineys, deserves to be kickd, Who with sport by her self, doth her fancy beguile, Thats ashamd of a jest, and afraid of a smile, May she lye by her self, till she wear out the stairs, Going down to her Dinner, and up to her Prayeres. But let us that have Noble and generous Souls, No Method observe, but in filling our Bowls, Let us frolick it round, to replenish our Veins, And with Notions Divine, to enspire our Brains, Tis a way thats Genteil, and is found to be good, Both to quicken the Wit, and enliven the Bloud. What a pleasure it is to see Bottles before us, With the Women among us to make up the Chorus? Now a jest, now a Catch, now a Busse, now a Health, Till our pleasure comes on by insensible stealth, And when grown to a height, with our Girls we retire, By a brisker enjoyment, to slacken the fire. And this is the way that the wiser do take, A perpetual motion in pleasure to make; With a Floud of Obrian, we fill up each Vein, All the Spirits of which Lovs Alimbeck must drain, While the soberer Sot, has no motion of Bloud For his Fancy is nothing, but Puddle and Mud. Hes a slave to his Soul, who in spight of his Sense, With a Clog of his own putting on can dispence, For he Fetters himself, when at large he might Rove, So hes tyd from the sweets of good drinking and Love, Yet hes satisfied well, that hes thought to be wise, By the dull and the foolish; I mean the precise. For my part whatever the consequence be, To my Will, and my Fancy, Ile always be free, They are mad that do wilfully run upon Shelves, Since dangers, and troubles, will come of themselves; For whoever desireth to live like a man, He must be without trouble, as long as he can. And these are the pleasures true Gallants do find, To which if you are not, you should be enclind, If you follow my Counsel, you take off the Curse, And if you do not, we are never the worse; Yet none will refuse, but a Beggar or Cit, Who to caron the humour, wants Money or Wit.
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