Iohn Hadlands advice: Or a warning for all young men that have meanes, advising them to forsake lewd company Cards, Dice, and Queanes,
To the tune of the bonny bonny Broome.
TO all men now. Ile plainely show,
how I have spent my time,
For I have wrought my overthrow
with drinking Béere and Wine:
I had no grace for to foresée
my folly, 'till 'twas too late,
But still did follow lewd company,
I meane each drunken Mate.
But now I may with sorrow sadly say,
my heart is filled with woes,
Had it not beene for the good Ale-tap,
I had gone in better clothes.
My meanes is spent and all is gone,
and friendship now is growne cold,
Alas, I'm comfortlesse alone,
now I thinke o'th proverb old,
Which saies as long as men have means
they shall regarded be:
But having none they lose their friends,
and then comes misery.
For now I may, &c.
So long as I had money store,
I had much pleasure indéed,
But now alas I am growne poore,
and doe want to serve my néed:
But there is none will doe for mée,
as I for others have done,
For I was alwaies kind and frée,
and that is plainely knowne.
But now, &c.
I have béene drinking oftentimes,
amongst the roaring brave Boyes,
Of Béere and Ale, and choice of Wines,
which I have thought much ioyes.
But now I finde it was not good
to use such company.
For now alas I have understood,
it hath caused my misery.
And now. &c.
I had no power for to give o're,
when once I did begin,
I
[...]my money and run o'th store,
to allow that deadly sinne:
Alas I did not thinke that I
should e're have suffered want,
For I did cry hang't let money
[...]lie,
'tis vaine to thinke upon't.
But now, &c.
Whilst I had meanes I stil found friends
which made a very faire show,
But now I want, their friendship ends,
and me they will not know.
Which striketh terrour to my poore heart
to thinke what I have béene;
But now I suffer woe and smart
even for my former sinne.
And now, &c.
My Host and Hostestes where I came,
they would bid me welcome still,
I was the man that had the fame,
to call and bid them
[...]ll:
If I bid goe then they would runne,
to tend on me they were willing:
And many a time it was well knowne,
for two groates I paid a shilling.
But now I may with sorrow sadly say,
my heart is filled with woes,
Had it, &c.
The second part, To the same tune.
THeir words were swéet & I might gréet,
my Hostes and her fine Maid,
With a kisse or two when as none did sée't,
but I have full dearely paid.
For they would crave fine knacks to have,
and I did give it them still.
My meanes maintain'd them fine & brave,
their minds I did fulfill.
But now I may with sorrow sadly say,
my heart is filled with woes:
Had it not bin for the good Ale-tap,
I had gone in better clothes.
Sometimes an ell of Lawne or two,
Cambrick or Holland most fine,
For a favour on a Lasse I did bestow,
to walke with me tot'h Wine,
And there I have consum'd my meanes,
in a most shamefull sort,
Amongst those Caterpiller queanes,
which grieves me to report.
But, &c.
You Gallants all, to you I cry and call,
learne by me for to be wise.
For I did climbe till I had catcht a fall;
and now I cannot rise:
Therefore I'm in a wofull estate,
as all men plainely may sée:
Now I repent but 'tis too late,
for there is no remedy.
And, &c.
Now must I stand with my cap in my hand,
and of a clowne favour crave,
Whereas formerly I have had command
of those were fine and brave:
But now brave Gallants me despise,
because that I have no meanes,
Once more young men learne to be wise,
hate Cards, Dice, Whores, and Queanes.
For, &c.
Iohn Had-land now some doe me call,
and that name well I may have:
I being poore they will chide and braule,
and doe call me rogue and slave:
Which is much griefe unto my mind,
to thinke they should use me so,
They'r harsh to me to whom I was kind,
my friend is growne my foe.
Therefore, &c.
Thus have I told to young and old,
that they may warning now take,
For hereby me you may well behold,
that friends will you forsake:
When once that you grow poore and bare,
and have no money to pay,
Then followes misery griefe and care,
and your friends depart away.
Therefore I may with sorrow sadly say,
my heart is filled with woes:
Had it not bin for the good Ale-tap,
I had gone in better clothes.
R. C.
FINIS.
Printed at London for Francis Coules.