[103.] A Woman very much addicted to Tipling, and having a Cup of a large size, out of which she usually drank, and in which she never left a drop, her Husband chid her for it, and said, It was not decent for a Woman to drink so great a quantity: She told him, that the Virgin _Mary_ being at the bottom of the Cup, she could not but admire her beautiful Face: upon which he broke that Cup, and bought her another something less, with the Devil painted at the bottom of it; however, She always swallowed up all the Liquor in it; and being repremanded again by her Husband for her excessive Drinking: Oh, says she, I do it because the foul Fiend should not have one drop of it. =No Money, no Friend.= The Spendthrift he, when 'tis too late, Laments his sad and Wretched state: And all good Men he doth advise, That they would Merry be and wise. The Tune is { _All you that do desire to play_ { _At Cards, to pass the time away_. All you that freely spend your Coyn, [111.] Come learn by this advice of mine; That you no more so play the Fool, Nor Tipple in the Fuddling-School: For when that you have spent your store, Your Host will turn you out o' th door. This by experience I do know, Who too too lately found it so: Five hundred pound was left to me, Which I consum'd immediately: And when my Money was all gone, I like an Ass was lookt upon. While I had Gold and Silver store, I thought the world did me adore: For then each false dissembling Curr, Would cry, your humble servant, Sir: But now my Money is all spent, Too late, poor Fool, I do lament. [Illustration] When I was in Prosperity, Each Tap-lach[F. 218] that I passed by: Would cringe and bow, and swear to be My Servant to Eternity: But now alas, my Money's gone, And Servants I have never a one. But now if to their house I go, E're drink they draw, they'l surely know If that my Pocket it will speak, Which is enough my heart to break: If not, then he who was my friend, Out of the door soon will me send. Oh, what a dreadful thing is this, That I of all my Servants miss; And those who did me oft invite, To drink with them now do me slight: But if again I Money get, I surely then shall have more wit. Yet is not spending all the Crime, For idly then I spent my time, And rather than Companions lack, I'de pick up every Idle Jack: And he that would me Master call, Should me command, my Purse and all. The Hostis she would flatter then, And say I was a pretty Man: And this so tickled then mine ear, That I my praise so oft did hear: Come hang't said I, giv's t'other Pot, And thus I feasted every Sot. At last I had no Money left, And then was I of joys bereft; My Host and Hostis they did frown, And said I was a Drunken Clown: So then was I dispis'd by all, That me before did Master call.