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A STATUTE FOR SWEARERS
Then shallow pates, who at pots
cannot hold longer. Forsake now your follies
your booke cannot saue you: For if you sweare and be drunke,
the stockes will haue you.
4 You that cry, Kergo, boyes,
hang vp all sorrowe; Drinke stiffe, our Landlord shall
stay till to morrow: Then reeling out of dores
into the kennell; Yet sweare, you sweeter smell
then does the Fennell: You that lie bathing
from morning till twilight, In Tauerne and Tipling house,
to cleare the eye-sight. Forsake now your follies,
your booke cannot saue you: For if you sweare and be drunke,
the Stockes will haue you.
5 You that will whoot at him,
as at some wonder, That will not rap out othes
lowd as the Thunder; You that familiarly
vse in your talking, Prophanely for to sweare,
sitting or walking: And you that deeme them not
men of good fashion; That has not learnt the rules
of Prophanation. Forsake now your follies,
your booke cannot saue you, For if you sweare and be drunke,
the Stockes will haue you. 192 |
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