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[16] A multitude, for a neighbour's inviting, They will go to a drunken meeting; But when they are invited by Christ, To ease their burden, few keep tryst! Because of it they have no feeling, They think it better to ſpend a ſhilling In the ale-house with their mate, Altho' they ſhould ſtay ne'er ſo late. A blind man he doth ſow no ſeed, Thy life is but a feckless threed; If thou with drink get in a ſurfeit, A ſudden death may come and cut it: If thou with drink go to the clay, Thou'lt rise with ſhame at the last day! The Saints will ſee your ſhameful riſe, You must appear without disguise ; They'll ſay, Behold yon drunken fellow! His cups hath made him very mellow; See how the drink hath made him doil'd, His wedding-garment's all befoil'd ! He ſhould go hide him out of ſight, The fellow hath been drunk o'er night. O! if that men in company, Remember would eternity, Where there is either pleasure or pain! O! that is true, Sir, ſaid the Wren.

THIS time could be but liberat, Here from the danger of the cat; I'd ſpeak til I'd weary my tongue and ſhanks, Altho' I ſhould get little thanks; The love of God does me constrain, To ſpeak the truth I fear no man There ſhould no pastor in this function, Be tied unto man's injunction;