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The scourge of drunkennes. By William Hornby Gent
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Hornby, William.
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1618
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THE SCOVRGE OF DRVNKENNES By William Hornby Gent. LONDON Printed by G. ELD for Thomas Bayâ—ie and are to be solde at his Shop in the Middle-Row in Holborne neere vnto Staple-Inne 1618. TO HIS LOVING Kinsman and approued Friend Mr. HENRY CHOLMELY Esquire WILLIAM HORNBY wisheth all health and happinesse I Haue presum'd to Dedicate this Booke Vnto your selfe Kinde Sir vouchsafe to looke Into the same and with indicious eyes View here the difference twixt the foole and wise I count them fooles which night by night doe sit In Tauernes for to foolifie their wit Suffring strong wine to domineire and braue And so make Reason a poore captiue slaue Who with Hell-smoaking vapours doe delight To turne night into day day into night In which they Time Wealth Wit and all doe wast Because to beggery they soone would hast I deeme them wise which can this sinne eschew And blesse themselues from such a damned crew Of hate full hell-hounds in all sinnes growne ripe Which daily daunce before the Diuels Pipe There 's not a vice but they 'r expert in all And ready into Hels wide mouth to fall At Bacchus Altars they their sinnes deplore And Venus for their Goddesse doe adore All vertuous thoughts they from their hearts expell And neuer thinke of Iudgement Heauen or Hell Then blest are they I say which sober liue And not an eare to their inticements giue Which keepe decorum euer in their wayes Both to Gods glory and their endlesse praise By this they shall preserue their wealth and name From preiudice from scandall and from shame By this they shall be honor'd and renown'd Where speciall vertues in them so abound 'T is euer best a golden meane to keepe And not to clâ—mbe too high nor wade too deepe Lest climbing high the greater be their fall And by deepe wading they be drown'd withall To keepe vs then from falling eyther way Vpon this staffe let our affections stay Of blessed Golden Meane there let vsrest So liue so dye and dying so be blest Thus hoping you will kindely this receiue The rest vnto your generous thoughts I leaue Your Kinsman to be commanded WILLIAM HORNBY TO ALL THE IMPIOVS and relentlesse-harted RVFFIANS and ROYSTERS vnder Bacchus Regiment Cornu-apes wisheth remorse of Conscience and more increase of Grace YOu Roaring-boyes which vse to drink and sweare As if you straight would cause the Diuell appeare Amongst you for your execrable crimes To fetch you vnto hell before your times View here the farewell of my youths-greene folly Which breedes my ioy but your sad melancholy 'T is ioy to mee because I now doe leaue them But griefe to you that I no more receiue them Thus 't is my onely comfort but your sadnesse That still I â—ill not follow you in badnesse For they which be composed of all euill Care not how many goe vnto the Diuell That as on earth they all alike doe fare Euen so in hell like torments they may share Once I was vaine yet now I doe abhorre it But I may blame such wicked tempters for it Now by the light of Grace my faults I see How vaine how vilde and how corrupt they be I feele within my brest continuall iarres My Flesh and Spirit are at mortall warres By reason of my sinnes so extreame vilde As hard it is to haue them reconcilde But now Repentance comes and shee makes peace And so the Combitants their warres doe cease Shee bids me boldly write against that sinne And horrid wickednesse I long liu'd in She bids me spit in Drunkennesse foule face Deny defie and doe it all disgrace With sharpe inuectiues bitterly to rate it Reuile detest and vtterly to hate it Thus I of Bacchus seruice am asham'd Let mee a Coward therefore be proclaim'd At drinking healths to drinke so out of health They are vilde members in a Common-wealth Let Drunkards publish this for their owne grace In euery Towne and Corporation place That where I see pots stand in battle-ray They make me Coward-like to runne away With this loud clamour I am well content 'T will be my praise but their disparagement Then they which filthy be so still remaine Who toucheth pitch must needes his fingerâ— staine I will proceede euen as I haue begun Vertue shall be the race I meane to run And so base Drunkards all I you defie Thus I will liue and thus I hope to dye Yours if you will turne to Grace else not CORNV-APES COme Drunkennesse vntrusse and naked strip thee For without mercy I will soundly whip thee I haue prepar'd a Scourge I hope will smart Because I doe abhorre thee with my heart Then will I pinch nip seare and brand thy skinne To make thee if thou canst to feele thy sinne So serue thee in thy kinde and let thee passe For the most vildest Rogue that euer was I le vse thee like a Dogge a Iew a Slaue Expect no mercy from my hands to haue THE SCOVRGE Of DRVNKENNES CORNV-APES his Farewell to Folly or his Metamorphosis wherein hee doth shew his vnfaigned hatred to euill Company such as bee Drunkards Swearers and such like which God doth hate And also where hee doth briefly display the effects of Drunkennesse with his Detestation of frequenting Ale-houses profitable to all and hurtfull to none BItter sweete pleasing vanities adue Yee subtill Syrens sing vnto your selues For from your songs much preiudice ensue I list no longer for to trust such Elues Sing play pipe dance your Gransires Galliard round Swagger and sweare dice drab and drinke profound The Crowing Cocke which sharply checked Peter The Scriech-Owles hideous notes giue more content The croaking night-Rau'n yeeldeth tunes much sweeter Then the vaine musicke your vild breaths haue spent These are and haue beene ominous to some But yours presage a dismall end to come To damp and quench the heat of all your sport Let me but tell you the true end of all You that to brothell houses doe resort And vnto Dicing and to Drinking fall I will bee plaine the very truth to tell Such be the highwayes and the gates to hell Your eager sports â—o easelesse griefe doe tend Sweet meat must haue sower sance Your mirth in mourning and your blisse in bane Your weale in woe your wealth in wrack shall end Your sweet in sower your pleasure all in paine This is the song my dolefull Muse begins Which doth declare the stipend of foule sins Then suck Tobacco and swell vp your iawes And make your nostrills like to Chimneyes smoake Still bee rebellious to your makers lawes If that you will his anger so prouoke For be you sure though he be slow to ire His wrath will come as a consuming fire Be as you are if you will not amend As I haue beene I will no more bee so As I haue beene I was not my owne friend But to my selfe a very deadly foe Then as I was I doe my selfe deny And all the follies of my youth defie In bearing
prophane and vilde And for Gods word too bad and base a place To dwell in yet most sure t' is vndefilde Nor can it dimne the lustre of it's grace 'T is farre vnfit indeed becaue so pure In such foule filthy vessels to indure So ne'rethelesse their doctrine may be sound Though they two maisters God and Bacchus serue But this in sacred Writ is certaine found Who serues two Maisters needs from one must swerue Then where in such foule hearts such vices breeds Respect their doctrine but reiect their deeds But by the way before I further goe Though I affirme the Cleargy to be nought In gen rall yet I doe not taxe them so Oh God forbid I should haue such a thought No there be some most sacred and diuine Whose light aright like glorious starres doe shine These cherish vertues vices doe suppresse These are vnfaigned haters of foule sinne These sharpely doe reproue vile drunkennesse And other wickednesse that men liue in Yea these be they which onely do endeauour To cure sicke soules that they may liue for euer God graunt their doctrine I may right imbrace And imitate the liues which they doe lead Then shall I gaine an euer-blessed place VVhich is deuoid of sorrow griefe and dread God graunt I say I such may imitate Vntill my latest dayes doe end their date I onely this and nothing more desire For the Worlds follyes I haue knowne too long And doe repent recant and quite retire From those vaine wayes in which I haue gone wrong A better taske I now will vndergoe With hearty sorrow for my erring so And as I did begin I heere conclude To vaine delights I now doe bid farewell And to the rascall drunken multitude Whose portions for them are reseru'd in Hell For these God hath ordained endlesse terrours If that they soone doe not repent their errors Vertue is she which aboue all I loue Vertue that leads vnto eternall blisse Vertue my faith and loyalty shall proue For her I doe adore imbrace and kisse She is my comfort and my onely pleasure My Loue my Doue inestimable treasure She is my solace and my sweet delight She is my ioy euen in my great extreames With her I will conuerse both day and night Shee 'l banish all vaine thoughs and idle dreames Quite from my heart for vertue is most pure And can no filthy wickednesse indure Thus with this resolution I doe end No more to be by folly so misled The remnant of my dayes I le better spend To Vertue onely I am truely wed Shee is my Spouse I le haue no other wife Till death doth come and take away my life A MEDITATION OF the FLESH and SPIRIT OH what strong oppositions doe arise Within my fraile weake and vnstable brest My Flesh and Spirit are mortall enemies Excluding peace procuring my vnrest I like dislike I hate and yet I loue Those sins which to me doe salse Traytors proue Which doe betray my Soule to endlesse woe With all deceitfull pleasures vilde and vaine I faine would leaue this sin yet on I goe Surcease a while and then returne againe My Spirit 's willing often for to leaue it But then my Flesh againe bids her receiue it My Spirit freely longeth after grace And doth by grace in Heauen desire to dwell Yet stubborne Flesh would intercept the place Of my Soules rest to cast it downe to Hell Thus they within me striue like those two twins Iacob and Esau yet cannot be friends Rebellious Flesh doth sore it selfe oppose Against my Spirit fraught with fearefulnesse And enters armes with sinnes insulting foes Weake nature downe by violence to presse Feare of Gods wrath doth make me cease from sin Then that forgot a new I doe begin Three mighty Gyants doe my soule assaile Great ods my poore weake spirit to resist The World the Flesh the Diuell all these preuaile And by their force doe conquer as they list To kill and rob me of each vertuous thought Plots of false pleasure they haue howerly wrought When as good motions enter in my brest And I bethinke me of the state of Man How farre through sin I am from being blest And that my life is short and but a span The Diuell he then doth to false doctrine fall And sayth Sin on thy sinnes are Veniall The World it 's fraught with execrable sin And doth stirre vp my Appetite to lust Vnto alluring baites it doth me win Seducing vnto vanities vniust And carelesse saith let Melancholly flye Eate drinke and sleepe to morrow thoushalt dye The Flesh to pleasures doth it selfe betake And steales good motions from my heart away So Grace and Goodnesse it doth quite forsake Vaine Pride and Luxury for to obay Accounting sin no sin and deeming hell To be a tale which some old wiue doe tell It saith that Pride is but a decent thing And Auarice is good frugality It saith that Swearing doth from valour spring Which doth declare mans Magnanimity It saith to quaffe is fellowship right good To maintaine friendship and to nourish blood It tels me bounty argues a braue mind And Venus sport is but a youthfull tricke Whilst penury comes posting fast behind And with wants spurs doth touch me to the quick Thus still the flesh doth make my sinnes seeme small By false opinion for to worke my fall Fond flesh why dost thou thus thy selfe abuse Which art the onely Mansion of thy Soule All gratious proffers dayly to refuse By rash repulse and rigorous controule Yeeld sinfull Flesh yeeld for thy after good And liue in peace in loue in brother-hood Resist not still for feare of future smart Delayes breed danger as experience proue One time the Spirit from the Flesh shall part How loth wilt thou be then it should remoue And such a deare companion to forsake When as Death comes away thy soule to take For Soule and Body cannot euer hold Together but must needs a parting make Th' one to the Earth to be inclos'd in mold Tho'other to rest or vnrest doth betake Vntill the last and dreadfull day of doome When quick and dead shall vnto iudgement come Each Soule her body then shall repossesse And they that haue done well shall Heauen inherit But they which still Gods sacred Lawes transgresse They shall haue Hell iust stipend for their merit For God doth all mens secret sinnes behold Which are in 's Booke of great accompts inrold Then how shall I poore wormes meat wretched Man Be able for to stand before his sight Who me like Chaffe will winnow with his Fanne From the pure Wheat his chosen and delight Is no hope left me from despaire to keepe Yes sure for Christ is Shepheard of his Sheepe Oh there 's a Iewell for my Soules content Since it is so I neuer will distrust My Sauiour puts Despayre to banishment Hee dy'd for mee a sinner and vniust And by his Death and Passion I belieue That vnto mercy he will me receiue Although my sinnes were