And here for ever I disclaim
The cause of youth’s undoing, game,
Chiefly dice, those true outlanders,
That shake out beggars, thieves, and panders;
Soul-wasting surfeits, sinful riots,
Queans’ evils, doctors’ diets,
’Pothecaries’ drugs, surgeons’ glisters;
Stabbing of arms
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Riband favours, ribald speeches;
Dear perfum’d jackets, pennyless breeches;
Dutch flapdragons, healths in urine;
Drabs that keep a man too sure in:
Lend me each honest hand, for here I rise
A reclaim’d man, loathing the general vice.
Hoa. So, so, all friends! the wedding-dinner cools:
Who seem most crafty prove ofttimes most fools.