The Drunken Warrant.  
 depiction of topers  
From the Office at Copper-nose-hall, near the Red-face in Small-brain-street.  

Why should the Drunkard strive his Acts to smother?  
Drink runs but from one Hogshead to another.   
BY Virtue of a Warrant from the Right Worshipful Sir John Foxcatcher, Knight and Baronet; These are to Will and Require you immediately on Sight hereof, to pay one Groat, due for your last Default, in suffering your whole Body, Head and Legs, to be so vehemently seduced by the false Doctrine of an enchanting deluding Spirit, that had almost bereaved you of your Senses; according to an ancient Order, instituted by the most Noble Guy, Earl of Warwick. For the Receiving whereof, We do Constitute and Appoint, several of our trusties, in our Name to Claim, Demand, Levy and Receive the Penalty aforesaid. In Case of Refusal, the Offender to be Excommunicated as a Baffler out of all Society and Good-Fellowship, and not received again under two Groats. The one, For his unadvised meddling with the Fox's Tail. The other, For Conteming and Violating these our Orders; and to be proceeded against by Pot-Law, at Timpling-Court, in Reeling-Street, before us 



Knights.  
Sir Ralph Red-Nose,  
Sir Ferdinando Fiery-Face,    


Esquires.  
Gabriel Giddybrains,  
Simon Suck-pot,       

The Jovial Companion's Mirth and Pastime.  

COme fill us Wine in plenty,  
've Money enough to spend;  
I hate to see the Pot empty,  
a Man can't drink to his Friend;  
Then Drawer bring us more Wine,  
and merrily let it pass;  
We'll drink till our Faces do shine,  
and he that won't may look like an Ass,  
And we'll tell him so to his Face,  
if he offers to balk his Glass,  
For we defy, all such dull Society.  
'Tis Drinking makes us merry,  
and Mirth diverts our Care,  
A Song of hay down derry,  
is better than heavy Air:  
Make ready quickly, brave Boys,  
and fill up your Glasses higher,  
For we'll present with Huzzahs',  
and merrily all give Fire,  
Since drink's our Desire,  
and Friendship we admire;  
For here we'll stay, and ne'er call what's to pay.    

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