parallell veine Their dead conceipt revives againe Great Brittain's lost remembrancer May find his voice new ecchoing here His verse the plague's pale visage drawes And yours soule drunkennesse the cause And truth to say 't is hard to guesse Which plague's the greater which the lesse Which of the two's contagious breath Has more betrai'd to grisly death Then seeing two Christian sons of warre Are met in one from distance farre Cashier'd the sword embrac'd the pen In pity to the souls of men To free by pious exhortation The sin-sick Captives of this Nation From Hell's devouring jawes or make Pure soules their company forsake Let but our vice-Antagonist Enter with fortunate arms the list ' Gainst this foule monster's first borne son Mad swearing Who it first begun Was Tavern-Bedlam Lord or Knight In drunken mood and beastly plight And his vile flatterer man or swain To please him swore and curst amaine Thus worshipping the calfe of gold T' affront th' high'st rude men are bold Let but our Christian Champion slay This proud Orgoglio then we 'll say Let the great Alexander cease T' extoll his conquests lesse then these Let Caesar's proud triumphant Bayes Bow down while we your trophies raise Let Hercules labors silent be Yours live to immortality Ch. Hotham To my much Honoured Friend Major Ioseph Rigbye Upon his Drunkard's Prospective or Burning-Glasse MEthinks in this prospective I doken A troop of Monsters not of Christian men Monsters such as all Africk never bred Men and yet beasts living and yet stark dead Wast thou Apelles scholar or e'r saw The Prince of Painters his quaint pieces draw That thus the Drunkard's shape unto our eye In lively pourtraicture thou dost descry Was thou e'r at Lacedemonian Feasts Where slaves us'd to be made as drunk as beasts On purpose that their children they might fright With th' odious view of such an ugly sight Or didst thou live when as the Roman State Their Bacchanalia us'd to celebrate Or where e'r sawst thou drunkards feature that Thine active pencill it should hit so pat It is a paradox that dead men Thou Shouldst set out to the life thus I avow And it is rare how the same draught should be A night and day-piece both as this we see Did old Rome flourish or the Spartan glory Thy name should be eterniz'd in their story For thus chastifing with thy nipping pen The shame of Nations bane of mortall men Is' t not most shamefull Christians should strive Painim and Pagan Gods for to revive Bacchus an Idol old and exolete Is now become a Diety compleate See how he 's worshipt see how his throng train Each where do cry him up their God amaine Taverns his Temples daily multipli'd While great Iehovah's would be set aside Tables his Altars Indian thus perfumes I meane Tobacco While each one presumes God's sacred Incense to extinguish quite And make it yield to their Idolothyte And his Church-musick filthy blattering songs Still canted out by the unhallowed tongues Of drunken rimers men profane forlorne God's sacred praise in Psalms must be forborne His tallow tapers burn both night and day Gods must go out And most men dare to say They are but dead and uselesse stinking snuffe Preachers I meane Is not here goodly stuffe Flat Atheisme sure doth farre excell This Deity call'd back from th' lowest hell Well acted then friend the Lay-Preachers part To lance this pest with lines so sharp and tart Herbert This versing may him catch that sermons flies And turne delight into a sacrifice And of all gifted brethren thou shalt have By my consent the Laurell to thy grave Thus pithily Gods cause to plead and cleare By exercise out of the Preachers spheare When I behold a bezeling dead drunk crew Of Miscreants methinks ther 's in my view The liveliest emblem of the lowest pit That can be seen except one goe to it God's wrath is stil'd wine of astonishment Which on condemned souls hath its full vent The Drunkards wine when it doth so inflame Doth it not clearely represent the same When as I see them swell on the Ale-bench Bellow blaspheme and wallow in the stench Hell 's nothing else I think Or if not it Yet sure it leades to that infernall pit Well may we then conclude the drunken sot Must pledge himselfe in fire and brimstone hot It is most sad and yet most true they 'll find Two hels one here another yet behind May this thy burning glasse the conscience scorch Of Drunkards while they are yet in the porch Of hell and so most happily suspend Direfull infernall flames world without end Amen So singeth and prayeth Your respectfull friend Iohn Tilsley Pastor of Deane Ch. Lancashire To my worthily esteemed Friend Mr Joseph Rigby upon his Drunkards Prospective Sir TO need no friends t' have friends in need Both good for This y' have friends indeed This will immortalize when read Your fame advance your blisse when dead This will I hope the grave controll And prove yours is an heaven-born soule In this glasse purblind eyes may see Drunkards not men but monsters be Dead yet alive of humane kind The scab the shame Also I find Them voluntary Daemons stil'd Even hell it self 's with them defil'd Thither their souls ride post to burne Leaving their partners in the urne I may enlarge my creed and tell My flock the world Beasts go to hell Chris hom 57 58. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Patmos for such ordained is Or Philip's Poneropolis Could they command that Golden ore On Tagus or Pactolus shore Most pretious pearles the Indian Mine Or those rich Diamonds that shine As starrs of the first M. These elves Would gulch all downe and damne themselves What vice more vile speak if thou canst That beastiates and so much unmans Ethnicks abhor it and shall I Tipple like German sots then dye Our age like Augustines Synods needs T'extir pate these pestiferous weeds This may conduce much to suppresse These Swetian Ierss and drunkennesse From which the Apostate Angels be Spirits they are and therefore free Zeno Anacreon Childerick And that Rovergnian Catholick Alexander Philostrates Bonolus and Cleomenes Were they alive to read this book On sparkling cups would ne'r more look In war your fortitude and skill Appear'd in peace your learned quill Proclaims with lively voice your parts Not meane scope good good lives and hearts Lessius his rules for temperance Him to eternity advance Yours you I 'ave read practis'd and find A healthfull body and sound mind As Grotius vers'd at eight years old So you at Eaton as I 'm told Where Chrysostom's tome to presse you writ As Savile had collected it Your straine is plaine sweeter to me Nutmegs gilded rotten I see Magnetick vertue sure here lies It so attracts my heart and eyes Whilst some are toxicate with wines I 'm jealous lest I with your lines As Bellarmine of Kempis said As often new as it is read Every morne grave Seneca Deem'd the world new with the new day And I your work the drunkards cup And character This Glasse makes up Salvius Otho had a glasse Sueton reports in which his face Each houre he view'd to keep it free From spots This ours from Anomie 'T is writ that Boleslaus King Of Poland ever had a thing His fathers portraicture in 's eye Which kept him from Ebriety Let this your Vade mecum bee Bequeath'd to your vive progeny With your paternall blessing then They 'll not prove monsters but good men Better enough then all 't is such Lesse were too little more too much I 'll say no more I could no lesse Writer reader writ heavens blesse So prayeth Your reall and cordially respective Friend James Livesay Minister at Chow-bent Lancashire To my Noble Colonell Joseph Rigbye Now Clerke of the Peace for our County Palatine of Lancaster THY worth for to set forth I do forbeare I knowthou lov'st not thine own praise to hear This truth I hope will not offend to tell Thou 'st been my Captaine Major Colonell And I my selfe have seen thy manly parts Strike courage into all thy souldiers hearts This Glasse revives thy fame and still makes us Call thee our Magnus Major Maximus For here thou pictur'st nothing with thy pen But what thy cane did print upon thy men Long mai'st thou live in Peace who hast so far Adventured thy selfe in time of war And let him lose the love of Iohn a Gant That shall unjustly seek thee to supplant Thy meanest yet faithfull Servant expecting as heretofore but the word of command Humphrey Maulebone To his his true beloved Friend and Kinsman Mr Ioseph Rigbye IN spite of envy and illiterate pride Thou stand'st by noble judgements justifi'd Behold the sword extols thee and the pen Of honoured learned young and ancient men Rings forth thy praise That more for to relate Their suffrages were to prejudicate Observe the order of thy spirituall guide And make mad swearing his drunk fyre bestride And stagger both to hell and with the club Thou bang'd the fyre cudgell that ugly cub He 's ramping mad to see his fyre thus bang'd And swears he 'll kill and stay though he be hang'd Nay damned too And in this bloudy rage He dares thee to the clod for to engage Charge this Orgoglio drunken Cyclop's son Dash out his brains and then thy work is done Advance I say once more resume thy Club And send both brat and fyre to Belzebub There let them roar and swear and drink and spew Such as their Grand-dam Proserpin doth brew The task 's not great if thou 'l but add a will To thine approv'd ability and skill Thine in any expedition against impiety Ja. Rigbie To his worthily honoured Friend Colonell Joseph Rigby Colonell BEhold thy burning Glasse casts such a light That Drunkards daz'led run and lose their sight But thy Prospective shews men how to shun The Dâ—unken rout which way so e't they run I once rejoic'd with thee to serve the state And now thy works to read and contemplate In war thy flying colours they did shew The way to vanquish and subdue the foe I peace thou strik'st alarums to the times To purge the earth of its most horrid crimes March on then Major and my prayer shall bee In chase of vice great troopes may follow thee Ch. Carr. FINIS
made drunk cast under th' table And thus these tempters wind and draw men in To be partakers of their deadly sinne Whom they arest they suffer none to baile 'Till all their senses all their members faile The most corrupted heart can hardly think How they 'll triumph o'r others in their drink So fast as in a chaine the Devill binds them Inthrals besots bewitches and so blinds them That they to make each other drunk do strive And think themselves the bravest men alive It they can prove but Masters of their trades And be but call'd and counted gallant blades For popular applause in this their strife And reputation is more sweet then life Nay then salvation too for they had rather Ride post to hell unto their lully father Then of a Puritan to have the name So proud they are of basenesse and of shame Little regarding whilst thus o'r their friends They doe triumph Satan obtains his ends Nor minding how they 'r overthrown at last Brought under 's lash and into darknesse cast And thus they strive in sinne for to excell Not having love of heaven dread of hell Spending their time in jollity and laughter Not caring what fals here nor comes hereafter Making a trade of sinne without regard Of hell to punish heaven to reward They 'r never known God's mercy for to crave But live as if they had no souls to save And thus I have made out as I do think That drunkards not for strength but lust do drink And that their chiefe delight is to entice Others to be copartners in their vice Making them drink these healths till like a dog They vomit up their shame or like a hog Tumble i' th' durt a spectacle most sad And woefull to all men that are not mad For what more barbarous practice can there be Then for to take a pleasure for to see Others made drunk as if it were their pride The high and mighty God for to deride In tempting unto sin they are so bold Can fit and temper so unto their mould Such stratagems they have to win the field Plots projects such as hell can scarcely yield Their proffers are like to a fowler's scrap Cast out not for to feed but to entrap So that if Satan would resigne his place 'T should be to some of this same cursed race Now if by faire meanes they cannot allure Men to their wicked customs then be sure To give weak brains a drench themselves they 'll band And strive for to compell by strength of hand At least if in their practise they do faile They 'll censure scoffe revile and at them raile Curse envy nickname flander undermine And falsely to accuse they will combine Nay if that over-ruling providence And Justice were not a strong tower of fence If not their souls their bodies they would kill In case they would not work them to their will But now I 'll passe and briefly let you see Their outward bodily deformity Swollen and inflamed faces drunkards have Beset with goodly chowles and rubies brave Red bleared gogle eies running with rheums Mouths nasty foaming with offensive fumes Rich Roman bottle noses palsied hand Great gouty legs whereon they scarce can stand Foule stinking rotten teeth and beside these All cheeks to th' belly belly to the knees Nay questionlesse if any drunken asse Would but behold his feature in this glasse A man would think his face he should disdaine And ne'r be brought to love himselfe againe And they 'r no more deformed then diseased If to beleeve an Artist you 'll be pleased For saith Hippocrates the more they are fill'd Distempered bodies the more they are spill'd And if from him you further do appeale The Prophet Hosea sets to it his seale Wine and strong drink drown many In a word More dy by surfets then dye by the sword So that the Drunkard out of that drawes death Which doth preserve to other men their breath Hee a Cow's belly hath head of an asse Diseases of a horse So let him passe But stay awhile you have not yet heard all To drunkards many fearfull chances fall Anacreon in drinking that surpast With the husk of a grape was choakt at last Ammon was warme with Wine and highly fill'd When he by 's brother Absolon was kill'd Symon th' High Priest and his two sons were slaine By their own brother in a drunken veine Great Olofernes when he lost his head By Iudeth's hand lay drunk upon his bed The drunkennesse of Noah and of Lot Those righteous persons must not be forgot That by those instances of former time Wee may observe how God abhors the crime All ages have recorded stories sad I need no more examples for to add Moreover in the nights missing their ground In pits ditches many have been drownd Snakes have been known down drunkards throats to creep When in the fields they have been laid asleep In their cups many of these drunken elves Either stab others or are stab'd themselves For who will sooner either kill or slay Then Cowards when th' have drunk their wits away The Devill puts it into Drunkards heart To kisse at meeting quarrell ere they part Their malice so in Tavernes oft they vent They are constrain'd at Tyburne to repent A Drunkard will with his own shadow play And afterward with it will make a fray Yea as he fits and nods do but suppose He should against some post but hit his nose He is in his stupidity so strong He 'll strike his opposite for that same wrong Then for to make them friends for drink he 'll call Which friendly cup begets another brawle For whilst the hogshead tampers with the barrell Whether he chases or laughs he 's apt to quarrell And let a man admonish him insooth He had as good take a wild beare by th' tooth This sinne scornes all reproofe all counsel 's bad As goads to them that are already mad It may them move to choler and to strife But never to amendment of their life Now as the Drunkard through excesse and strife Impairs his health and shortneth his life Deforms his body so it is his fate At last for to consume his whole estate I might here show how wine it doth deface Darken the light of nature and of grace But that I think it labour were in vain And to repeat the same things o'r againe It is the funerall as I said before Of all good parts I need to say no more Now you may marvell much thus for to heare The Drunkards odious postures made appeare But you might wonder more in case I should Prolixly here relate what might be told For seriously he 's like a putrid grave The deeper that you dig more stench you have I could you further carry and still find More left of him before then 's left behind This shall suffice lest that the more that 's said Do cause a great deale lesse for to be read And now that Drunkards thus have seen
their sin Laid open to their view let them begin Their lives for to amend and to repent Or hearken to their grievous punishment For by the Lawes of God and eke of man After conviction there is none that can Avoid the sentence After sentence past Then execution comes for sure at last If a reprieve or pardon be not got Damning or hanging is drinks after-shot If therefore there be any unto God Of those Antipodes that scorn his rod That in these lines as through prospective true Of his condition taken hath a view Yet neither sting nor prick of conscience feels But fixt on earth casts heaven at his heels Or that hath seen in this same glasse most cleare The ugly face of his foule heart appeare And likewise read how Satan doth delude him And from Gods presence seeks for to exclude him Yet notwithstanding still himselfe doth give In brutish sensuality to live And sets at light all counsels threats and terrors And doth resolve not to repent his errours But stubbornly himselfe therein to cherish Let him know this that he shall surely perish Thus saith the Lord your selves you have abused For I have called and you have refused You simple things have in your hearts devised All my counsels all my threats despised I stretcht my hand and you would not regard Therefore destruction shall be your reward And let them know how many severall woes The word of God pronounceth against those That at the wine themselves together link And mighty are to poure downe strong drink And let them know the time will surely come Christ shall pronounce this fearfull dreadful doom Int ' everlasting fire depart from me Ye cursed workers of iniquity Here without thirst they drink there let them think How they shall thirst and never have no drinke Yea though the fire be hot the thirst be great A drop of water little to the heat Know that the fire and thirst they shall abide And the least drop of water be deni'd Lâ—t drunkards know and knowing eke confesse Paul's a true Prophet Esay is no lesse Yea it 's an ods that they can never part But entertain uncleannesse in the heart No man can sort with Heathens Pagans Turks But he shall frame and learn to do their works Consider well Peter his change and fall After he came into the high Priest's hall Nay you shall seldome see a fellon die Or an offender but this is his cry If I had chanc'd ill company to misse Ah I am sure I 'd never come to this Wherefore as Ioseph hearing 's mistresse say Come let us lye together fled away Even so take care that thou away do shrink When Drunkards cry come let us goe and drink Beware lest they betray thee with their kisses When they speak faire beleeve the serpent hisses Likewise be carefull not for to resort To drinking places for to play or sport My tongue would blister if I should say lesse They 'r nurseries of riot and excesse I wish I might not say that many are The Devil's shops for venting of his ware The very sinks of sinne and common shoares For drunkards swearers murtherers and whores Yea Satan's Throne where he doth Chaire-man sit Sequestring each man both from grace and wit Their lands their goods their cattle and their stocks And for their fifts doth order them the pox But what of these I say I must take heed Lest I as Paul at Ephesus doe speed And by some one Demetrius be cry'd down With greaâ—s Diana throughout all the Towne Sirs by this craft you know we get our wealth Though others as Delinquents lose their health But thus much I conceive here by the way As not incongruous observe we may That in regard th' excesse o' th' trencher's not So soon perceiv'd as is th' excesse o' th' pot And th' outward visible effects with us Are not so stupid or notorious Drunk'nesse is more ridiculous then it And more declaim'd against in holy Writ So that by use the word Sobriety Doth temp'rance now in drinking signify Therefore the Glutton's sin is now in lesse Disreputation then is Drunkennesse Yet as to each th' affection stands in all Th' intemperance alike is criminall Yet one word more I will presume to add Which if it take effect my heart will glad To you Church-Wardens Constables and others That love the Lord the Church the State your brothers Your selves your sons the people of the land Put forth against this sin your helping hand Help help the Lord the lawes some ground to win Against I say against this mighty sinne Use all meanes possible for to prevent it And if you cannot faile not to present it Say not that he which herein doth offend Is such a Gentleman or such a friend But know that he who is offended's dearer Greater and better and unto you nearer Or if you needs the Gentleman will free Take care the Drunkard He presented be Or if you please for to let slip your friend Be sure the Drunkard to the stocks you send But most of all they are to be desired And in the name of God strictly required Within Commission of the Peace that be That they their Countries peace preserved see And all their wil skill strength and power bend This many headed monster for to rend Draw these loose teeth that it may gather health Out of the mandable of the Commonwealth You may if you these To res but disband Of infinite distempers cure the land Make known your love to God hatred to sinne The zeale and courage that you have within Balke none forbeare with none that do offend Untill their sinfull lives they do amend Now you have heard the thing that I do aske Arise up then be doing of your taske Which if you do to pray I will not cease That you in grace and wisdome may increase And know that this to do if you neglect Even he that hath of persons no respect Will surely in his fury and his rage Your negligence reward with Ahab's wage I wish that all men would beware in time Of this so odious detestable crime Or it will prove at length they may be sure Like to a desperate plague that knowes no cure And yet let Drunkards know sins are remitted Upon repentance as if not committed Peter his Master Christ did thrice deny Paul persecuted him exceedingly As thou dost in his members yet they twaine Upon repentance mercy did obtaine Manasses Mary Magdalen the thiefe Witnesse true sorrow never wants reliefe Repent and do not from his precepts range And God he will his dreadfull sentence change It is a truth to be beleev'd and read The womans seed shall bruise the serpent's head And thou O Father that alone canst give Life to the dead unto their souls say Live To thee nothing is hard thou canst of stones Make and raise children to thy holy ones Send down thy heavenly spirit and thereby Those dead and stony hearts so mollify That they