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A STATUTE FOR SWEARERS
And forbeare for to sweare, curse, drinke, and spend all:
Forsake now your follies, your booke1 cannot saue you:
For if you sweare and be drunke, the Stockes will haue you.
2 You that doe swim in silkes,
in gold and brauery; Thinke not, your gawdy clothes
can hide your knauery: You that consume your states,
by debosht courses; Riding the Turnbole lades,
like hackney horses: Banish your new base trickes,
your drinking and drabbing, Your cursing, your swearing,
your roring and stabbing: Forsake now your follies,
your booke cannot saue you: For if you sweare and be drunke,
the Stockes will haue you.
3 You that thinke, he's no man
of reputation, That cannot sweare and be drunke,
and do't in fashion; You that doe thinke your selues
ne're better graced; Then when 'mongst drunkards you
are set and placed: You that do brag, and say,
your braines are stronger,
1 An allusion to "benefit of clergy."