Characters from Life Or, Moral Hints. In Verse

Characters from Life; Or, Moral Hints. In Verse

Excess to mankind ofttimes brings, Remorse with all its bitter stings; When cares oppress us in this life. At times we drink to banish strife; But when its feeble aid is oer, We are more wretched then before. Oft poverty the man disgrace, And shows a drunkard in his face; Suppose he is a man of wealth, Excess of liquor injures health; Not only health but sad to name, Such characters the sober blame. The artful villain tries his skill, When Bacchus gains us to his will; At such unguarded times disclose, What makes our valued friends our foes; And many an injured wife declares That Bacchus cause her many tears. The husband oft to harlots stray, Wheneer he bears a sovereigns sway; p. 4And by his aid the thoughtless youth, Is led from virtues paths and truth: Oh gentle youth the harlots smile, Is given only to beguile; Their conversation so impure, That men of sense them cant endure; Be chaste in every thought I pray, Sweet modesty will gain the day; Bacchus with her can not contend, She is to every youth a friend. Oft do I see a good mans son, By harlots ruined and undone; A tipling farmer oft complain, Much is too low the price of grain; He must acknowledge oft he meet, His wealthy landlord in the street; On Saturdays his landlord roam, A few miles from his gaudy home; To this tho ancient pretty city, To see a play denoted pretty: Oft in the boxes folks call green, The tenant with his wife is seen; His spending money in that way, Good sense and learning then display; When farmers hurt themselves is clear, Is riding home and drunk appear. p. 5Driving their horses at a rate, As plain foretell they staid too late; The gig turnd oer an arm is broke, Dont this his landlord much provoke. Some neighbour who may want his farm, Take care the village to alarm; Informs his neighbours he cant pay His tithe till sold both corn and hay; And to his landlord slyly state, That ruind soon must be his fate; His neighbour was in liquor found, Senseless and bleeding on the ground; On going home he drove so fast, As if each minute was his last; Hed broke his gig and spoilt his mare, This Sir is true I do declare; What I now state to others name, And they will tell you just the same; Sir cried the landlord in a pat, He knows not what he would be at; Quickly his mind I will alarm, For I will turn him out his farm; To me hes tenant but at will, Soon soon hell be on Castle-Hill; I instant will the sot distress, And others will him sharply press; p. 6Sir cries his neighbour should that be, I hope youll give me liberty; To offer you a great deal more, Then ere you let his farm before; I have two bondsmen at my call, One lives you know at such a hall; The other friend is Banker Steady, They both to serve me Sir are ready! Sir cries the landlord you keep sober, And only drink your own October; Ill promise what youve askd of me, And you my tenant soon shall be; Ill send the bailiffs on his place, And that will bring him to disgrace; The slanderer says pray sir dont state, What I to you this day relate; No says the landlord, Ill not say, What you have told me on this day; This slanderer I do know well, And only do the truth now tell; Most farmers whose estates are large, Their public duty well discharge; They live on such a handsome plan, As note and mark them gentlemen; I do protest it is great pity, Some drink so hard when in this city; p. 7As when rattling oer the stones, They break a poor old womans bones; Or by his trotting horse knockd down, Before he leaves a market town; I do but state what many view, And Norwich surgeons know its true. Good farmers I do much esteem, And therefore make them oft my theme; May every farmer when he dine, Have means to drink a pint of wine. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 32277
Author: Parkerson, James
Release Date: May 6, 2010
Format: eBook
Language: English