%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Delights of the Bottle: / OR, / The Town-Gallants Declaration for Women and Wine. / Being a Description of a Town-bred Gentleman, with all his Intreagus, Pleasure, Company, Humour, and Conversations. / Gallants, from faults he cannot be exempt, / Who doth a task so difficult attempt; / I know I shall not hit your features right, / 'Tis hard to imitate in black and whight, / Some Lines were drawn by a more skilful hand, / And which they were you'l quickly understand, / Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, / I did but make a Ballad of a Song. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1675-1675 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/19/2018 35797

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R14001 2 To a most Admirable New Tune, every where much in request Delights of the Bottle, The To a Most Admirable New Tune, Everywhere Much In Request to the same Tune Delights of the Bottle, The To the Same Tune THe Delights of the Bottle, & charms of good wine / To the pow'r & the pleasures of love must resign, FOr the Lady of Uertue, & Honour so strict, / That who offers her Guinneys deserves to be kick'd Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : The Delights of the Bottle: / OR, / The Town-Gallants Declaration for Women and Wine. / Being a Description of a Town-bred Gentleman, with all his Intreagus, Pleasure, Company, Humour, and Conversations. / Gallants, from faults he cannot be exempt, / Who doth a task so difficult attempt; / I know I shall not hit your features right, / 'Tis hard to imitate in black and whight, / Some Lines were drawn by a more skilful hand, / And which they were you'l quickly understand, / Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, / I did but make a Ballad of a Song. The Delights of the Bottle: OR, The Town-Gallants Declaration for Women and Wine. Being a Description of a Town-bred Gentleman, with all his Intreagus, Pleasure, Company, Humour, and Conversations. Gallants, from faults he cannot be exempt, Who doth a task so difficult attempt; I know I shall not hit your features right, ‘Tis hard to imitate in black and whight, Some Lines were drawn by a more skilful hand, And which they were you’l quickly understand, Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, I did but make a Ballad of a Song. The Delights of the Bottle: OR, The Town-Gallant's Declaration for Women and Wine. Being a Description of a Town-bred Gentleman, with all his Intrigues, Pleasure, Company, Humor, and Conversations. Gallants, from faults he cannot be exempt, Who doth a task so difficult attempt; I know I shall not hit your features right, 'Tis hard to imitate in black and white, Some Lines were drawn by a more skillful hand, And which they were you'll quickly understand, Excuse me therefore if I do you wrong, I did but make a Ballad of a Song. 1675-1675 P. Brooksby

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THe Delights of the Bottle, & charms of good wine To the pow'r & the pleasures of love must resign, Though the night in the joys of good drinking be past, The debauches but till the next 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 bonds that fasten us all, The world, but for this, to confusion would fall: Were it not for the pleasures of love and good wine, Man-kind, for each trifle, their lives would resign: They'd not value dull life, or wou'd live without thinking Nor Kings rule the world, but for love & good drinking. For the Grave, and the Dull, by sobriety curs'd, that would ne'r take a glass, but for quenching his thirst, He that once in a Month takes a touch of the Smoak,
And poor Nature up-holds with a bit and a knock, Whatever the ignorant Rabble may say, Tho' he breaths till a hundred, he lives but 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, he'l a Sister entice, Not a Letcher in Town can Out-do him at Vice: Tho' beneath his Religion, he stifles his joys, And becomes a Dabauch 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 I'le 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.
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FOr the Lady of Vertue, & Honour so strict, That who offers her Guinneys deserves to be kick'd Who with sport by herself, doth her fancy beguile, That's asham'd of a jest, and afraid of a smile: May she lye by herself, till she wear out the stairs, Going down to her Dinner, and up to her Prayers. But let us that have Noble and generous souls, No method observe, but in filling our bouls: Let us frolick it round, to replenish our veins, And with notions divine, to enspire our brains, 'Tis away that's Gentile, and is found to be good, Both to quicken the Wit, and enliven the blood. What a pleasure it is to see bottles before us, With the women among us to makeup the Chorus? Now a Jest, now a Catch, now a Buss, 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 flood of Obrian, we fill up each vein, All the Spirits of which love's Limbeck must drain: While the soberer Sot, has no motion of blood, For his fancy is nothing but puddle and Mud. He's a slave to his soul, who in spight of his sence, With a Clog of his own putting on can dispence, For he Fetters himself, when at large he might rove, So he's ty'd from the sweets of good drinking and love, Yet he's satisfied well, that he's thought to be wise, By the Dull and foolish: I mean the precise. For my part whatever the consequence be, To my will and my fancy, i'le 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 enclin'd, 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 Begger or Cit, Who to cary on the humour, wants Money or Wit.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-smithfield.