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THE BACK'S COMPLAINT
4 Me thinkes I oft doe heare it say, Mongst drunkards thou consum'd away: Thy monny memory and witt,
all wasted by good fellowship.
5 Of me thou takest but little care, Though bellies full yet backe is bare: And frostie winter will thee nipe,
vnles thou leaue good fellowship.
6 Thou thinkest good fellowes be thy friends And what thou hast on them thou spends: What thou by worke gainst all ye weeke,
comsumeth by good fellowship.
7 But when that all thy money is gone, And score nor credit thou hast none: These friends from thee away will slipe,
and farewell all good fellowship.
8 When being gon, at thee they'l laugh, Tis bad to trust a broaken staffe: For feare thou fall in danger deepe,
giue ouer in time good fellowship.
9 For dayly doth attend the same, Too sisters, call'd begery, and shame: Whose hands & hearts full fast are knit,
and ioyned to good fellowship.
io Besides deseases that doth flow, From drunkennes as many know: Who to their smart, haue felt the whipe that followeth good fellowship.
11 Surfetes, dropsies, and diuers paines, Ach of the head, breach of the braines: Like festred fistolles, foule and deepe, attendeth on good fellowship.