A Looking-Glass for Drunkards: Or The Good-Fellows Folly.  
Moderately Reproving all such as practise the Beastly Sin of Inordinate and Excessive Tippling: With an Admonition for the future to forbear the same.  
To the Tune of, fie, Dutchmen, fie!  
 men drinking, all in various stages of intoxication  an elaborately-dressed man Fie, Drunkards &c.  

DRunkards how dare ye boast of your hard drinking?  
think you there is neither heaven nor hell?  
While ye do headlong post, to the pit sinking;  
you take no care, but think all things is well.  
Oh fie! forbear, 'tis a sin that will cry;  
And pierce the clouds and the heavens so high:  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

Late in the Tavern where I had occasion,  
to drink my part of a pint with a friend,  
Being o'●●come by his subtle persuasion,  
I stayed the longer some business to end,  
I saw a drunken c●ew in the room by,  
Swear●ng and tea●ing and rending the Sky;  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

Some were carousing whilst others were singing  
others like sotts lay dead drunk on the floor,  
Some at their fellows Glasses were flinging,  
another vomiting behind the door:  
Such a confusion I ne're did spy,  
Men in their shape but like beasts they did lie:  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

Drawer says one bring us Pottles in plenty,  
let us not want, whatsoever we score;  
I'll make them every one drunk were they twenty  
or else I'll never drink Sack any more:  
Fill more Tobacco another did cry,  
Time is but short, then our work let us ply:  
fie, Drunkards, fie   
 a man running 
A, Lookingglass &c.   anthropormorphized animals drinking together  

fiddlers strike up amain, why are you drowsy?  
are you already drunk, you sons for whores?  
Why do you shrug so as if you were lousy?  
play or I'll kick you all out of the doors:  
With such ba●e language they still did reply,  
Sirrah fill liquour for I am a dry  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

When with Canary their heads were enflamed,  
then down they tumble o'er Chairs & o'er stools,  
Yet never felt how their bodies were maimed,  
they were so sottishly drunk and such fools,  
Then up and at it we here must not lie,  
fill us more liquour again they do cry:  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

Then by and by they begin for to quarrel,  
as it is usual amongst such a rout;  
Having drunk more then enough by a Barrel,  
flagons and Pots they must now fly about:  
Reeling and staggering thus they would cry:  
Zounds if thou kills me thou surely shalt dy.  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

Run call a Constable Boy quoth the Master,  
to take an order with this same mad crew;  
I will take care they shall be locked up faster,  
in a strong Prison since it is their due:  
Where they like rats till the morning must lie,  
Every one flouting as they do pass by.  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

O what a shane it is, men of good breeding  
should be besotted and so lead away:  
Whilst your concerns and estates lies a bleeding  
you ne're consider but thus go astray:  
Besides offending the Lord that's on high,  
You take a course to be poor e're you die.  
fie, Drunkards, fie!   

what will you do when your pockets are drained,  
and all your coin is consumed in drink;  
How shall your family thus be maintained?  
who shall provide for you then do you think?  
Leave off in time, and such tippling defy;  
And God will bless you the better say I.  
fie, Drunkards, fie ▪   

I onely speak to all those that abuse it,  
'tis not to all that my lines I direct;  
Men may be merry, and yet may not use it,  
for to be drunk, or occasions neglect:  
But there's so many from thence will not ly,  
That unto such I am forced to cry,  
fie, Drunkards fie!   

Now to conclude, I should be highly pleased,  
if in this Glass their own forms they would view  
Before that folly too much hath them seize●,  
and at the last they are forced to rue.  
Consider rightly, and cast it not by,  
And then hereafter I need not to cry,  
fie, Drunkards, fie!    

London, Printed for Richard Burton, at the Horshoo in West Smithfield.