The Good-fellowes Advice:
Shewing what favour a man shall have while he hath meanes,
But being in want, then all Friendship ends.
To the tune of, Vpon a Summer time.
FArewell good company,
now I must leave you all:
It hath bred my misery,
and brought me into thrall.
But now I will refraine
and drink strong Ale no more,
Ile seeke to purchase gaine,
and quite forsake a Whore.
Good-fellowes great and small,
pray let met you advise,
To have a care withall,
'tis good to be merry and wise.
Now I have spent my meanes,
and have no money to pay,
I'm quite bereft of friends,
which bréeds my sad annoy:
But while I had silver and gold
to pay for them and me,
Then many have me told
I was brave company.
Good-fellowes, &c.
But now they me despise,
and aske what make you here:
Therefore Ile now grow wise,
and will live void of feare:
I can get money enough
when I doe séeke for it,
Wer't not for drink and snuffe,
that robs of my wit.
Good-fellowes &c.
Strong drinke I will refuse,
for it hath done me wrong,
It hath made me abuse
my selfe with hand and tongue,
When I have béene in drinke
I had no care at all,
Nor did I ever thinke
upon my owne downefall.
Good-fellowes, &c.
I still cri'd fill the Pot,
whil'st all my mony was gone,
And did pay many a shot
for others as 'tis well knowne:
And they gave me faire words,
whil'st I could still doe so:
But now their tongs are swords,
from whence envie doth flow.
Good-fellowes, &c.
My good will is repaid
with envie, hate, and spite,
Some of them snares have laid
to take me with deceit,
They laugh at my downefall,
as plainely I doe prove,
Scarce any of them all
repay me any love.
Good-fellowes, &c.
Had I knowne this before.
while I had money and means,
I had kept some in store,
but I was shallow braines.
For which some call me Asse,
to spend my meanes away:
Now I may féed on grasse,
as fréely fast and pray.
Good-fellowes, &c.
The time hath béene that I
could not have past by'th doores,
But as I walked by
such company as rores.
Would cause me to sit downe,
and welcome should be made:
But many times a crowne,
for such welcomes I pay'd.
Good-fellowes great and small.
pray let me you advise,
To have a care withall,
'tis good to be merry and wise.
The second part
To the same tune.
TObacco, Ale, and Béere,
for me was brought amaine,
With Wine and dainty chéere,
serv'd in with Venus traine.
Looke what I wished to have,
they did fulfill my minde,
Most dainty words they gave,
which made me think them kind.
Good-fellowes great and small,
pray let me you advise,
To have a care withall,
'tis good to be merry and wise.
But now the proverbs true,
'twas money was my friend,
For having none I rue,
there's none will give nor lend.
They say the world is hard,
and that I finde indéed,
For none doe me regard,
now I am in most need.
Good-fellowes, &c.
If I to'th Alehouse goe,
and call for Ale or Béere,
My Hostesse soone will know
my stock for she's in feare.
If I call but two pots,
and pay not presently,
Then quickly for her shots,
she will begin to cry.
Good-fellowes, &c.
But I doe know her mind,
'tis money she would sée,
And then she will prove kind,
or else a Divell is she.
For those that have no money
shall be thrust out of doores,
For such poore men as I
shée'l not trust on the scores.
Good-fellowes, &c.
When I had money good store,
and had no néed at all,
Then I might fréely score,
what-ever I did call.
But now I am in want
of Money, Bread, and Béere,
At me sh [...]e'l loudly taunt,
and aske, What make you here?
Good-fellowes, &c.
Now I repent too late,
I cannot call againe
My money and estate,
that I have spent in vaine:
I must take an new course,
and séeke to get some more,
But yet sometimes of force,
my miseries I deplore.
Good-fellowes great, &c.
Some wonder now at me,
and say I am growne strange,
But they shall plainely sée
that I my life will change.
For Ile not spend a peny
amongst the drunken crue,
O I have spent too many,
that makes me have so few.
Good-fellowes, &c.
Had I done so in time,
I ne'r had knowne such want,
But I with each would joyne.
there's nothing could me daunt.
I never tooke no care
what e're my friends did say:
But what's fall'n to my share,
even griefe and sad annoy.
Good-fellowes, &c.
But now I will amend
my lewd lascivious life,
For now I doe intend
to be ruled by my Wife.
O she's a loving soule,
as ever poore man had,
For her the Bell did toule,
and I vile knave was glad.
Good-fellowes, &c.
But now she's well againe,
and will not die this fit,
She shall have to maintaine
her, all that I can get.
To conclude, Ile take paines,
next Munday Ile begin,
This Song it appertaines
to Women, and to Men.
Good-fellowes great and small,
pray let me you advise,
To have a care withall,
'tis good to be merry and wise.
FINIS
London, Printed for J. Wright junior, dwelling at the upper end of the Old Baily.