A Complaint of Drunkenness

Dost thou not see how filthy Drunkenness Does raign in City, and in Villages? Some reel and wallow in the street like Swine, Whilst others boast their strength in drinking Wine, Although to such, God doth denounce a Curse, They mind it not, but still grow worse and worse. Dread not Examples of Gods wrath at all, Nor what to Drunkards does so oft befall: Altho God Word has dreadful warnings given, That Drunkards never shall inherit Heaven, But that their Lot shall with damn'd Spirits be, In Chains of Darkness to Eternity. They drink, carouse, and waste their jolly breath, Upon the brink of Everlasting Death. Whate're ensues, they are resolv'd they will Carouse full Goblets, and be filthy still. Thus Men by Pride, by Oaths, by Worldliness, By daily swallowing Liquor to excess, Defile the Land, and do the Lord provoke, To cause his Vengeance on the Land to smoak. Sin sets the door wide open and makes way For all the sorrows of th'approaching day, These are in part the cause of Englands wo, And will if (Grace prevents not) it undo: But there are other hainous Sins behind, Which pierce my Bowels, and perplex my Mind.