A looking-glass for drunkards, or, The good-fellows folly moderately reproving all such as practise as the beastly sin of inordinate and excessive tippling , with an admonition for the future to forbear the same to the tune of Fy, Dutchmen, fie. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09436 of text R180141 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09436 Wing L3016C ESTC R180141 ocm 62369442

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo A looking-glass for drunkards: or the good-fellows folly. Moderately reproving all such as practise the beastly sin of inordinate and excessive tippli n/a 1641 3 827 7 0 0 0 0 0 84.64 D The rate of 84.64 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Looking-Glass for Drunkards : Or The Good-Fellows Folly . Moderately Reproving all such as practise the Beastly Sin of Inordinate and Excessive Tippling : With an Admonition for the future to forbear the same . To the Tune of , Fy , Dutchmen , fie !

men drinking, all in various stages of intoxication
an elaborately-dressed man Fie , Drunkards &c.

DRunkards how dare ye boast of your hard drinking ? think you there is neither heaven nor hell ? While ye do headlong post , to the pit sinking ; you take no care , but think all things is well . Oh fie ! forbear , 't is a sin that will cry ; And pierce the clouds and the heavens so high : Fy , Drunkards , fie ! Late in the Tavern where I had occasion , to drink my part of a pint with a friend , Being o'●●come by his subtle perswasion , I staid the longer some business to end , I saw a drunken c●ew in the room by , Swear●ng and tea●ing and rending the Sky ; Fy , Drunkards , fie ! Some were carousing whilst others were singing others like sotts lay dead drunk on the floor , Some at their fellows Glasses were flinging , another vomiting behind the door : Such a confusion I ne're did espy , Men in their shape but like beasts they did lye : Fy , Drunkards , fie ! Drawer 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 ply : Fy , Drunkards , fie

a man running A , Lookingglass &c.
anthropormorphized animals drinking together

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 Lowsie ? play or I 'le kick you all out of the doors : With such ba●e language they still did reply , Sirrah fill Liquor for I am a dry Fy , Drunkards , fie ! 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 , Fil us more liquor again they do cry : Fy , Drunkards , fie ! 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 fly about : Reeling and staggering thus they would cry : Zounds if thou kills me thou surely shalt dy . 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 away : Whilst your concerns and estates lies a bleeding you ne're 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 tippling defie ; And God will bless you the better say I. Fy , Drunkards , fie ▪ I onely speak to all those that abuse it , 't is not to all that my lines I direct ; Men may be merry , and yet may not use it , for to be drunk , or occasions 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 seize● , 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 !

London , Printed for Richard Burton , at the Horshoo in West Smithfield .