The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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Drunken Scoundrell. |
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Drunken Scoundrell.
Thou that to Tipling and to quaffing still,
Appliest thy mind, and hatest a vertuous race:
Carowsing euery houre with euery lill,
Gun-powder bellied with a bag-pipe face.
Till that with drinke thou art so ouer-blowne,
That all thy shamelesse life is seene and showne.
Appliest thy mind, and hatest a vertuous race:
Carowsing euery houre with euery lill,
Gun-powder bellied with a bag-pipe face.
Till that with drinke thou art so ouer-blowne,
That all thy shamelesse life is seene and showne.
Reeling, and staggering, and blaspheming God,
With bitter oathes, and loathsome bawdie songs:
Thinkst thou or not, hast thou deseru'd the rod,
By thy transgressing in these odious wrongs,
The holy Psalmes on euery drunken seat,
Thou hāmerest out when thou canst scarsly speake.
With bitter oathes, and loathsome bawdie songs:
Thinkst thou or not, hast thou deseru'd the rod,
By thy transgressing in these odious wrongs,
The holy Psalmes on euery drunken seat,
Thou hāmerest out when thou canst scarsly speake.
And with a thousand cursings thou disdainest,
Those blessed creatures which the Lord hath sent,
Thou makest no spare, for why? as king thou raignest,
The head of sinners: ready for to rent
God in two peeces. Ah thou odious wretch,
I want a corde for thee to make thee stretch.
Those blessed creatures which the Lord hath sent,
Thou makest no spare, for why? as king thou raignest,
The head of sinners: ready for to rent
God in two peeces. Ah thou odious wretch,
I want a corde for thee to make thee stretch.
But since I haue no cord, I haue a whip,
Looke here you knaue, here's whip-cord strūg wth wyer,
Downe with your gaskins, now Ile make you skip
Out of your drunken skinne, and for your hyer,
Daunce A charanto, though you like not that,
Tis better sport, then whipping of the Cat.
Looke here you knaue, here's whip-cord strūg wth wyer,
Downe with your gaskins, now Ile make you skip
Out of your drunken skinne, and for your hyer,
Daunce A charanto, though you like not that,
Tis better sport, then whipping of the Cat.
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