The Second part of The Nights Search Discovering The Condition of the various Fowles of Night. Or, The second great Mystery of Iniquity exactly revealed: With the Projects of these Times. In a Poem, By Humphrey Mill |
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SECT. I.
Now glorious Titan hath withdrawn his light,
Whose presence makes a day, his absence night:
He trac'd the skie, and like a Champion bold
Rode in his charriot all in cloth of gold:
Is now growne bleare-ey'd; or for want of sleep,
He drives his Steeds into the Westerne deep,
To take a nap: bright Vespers traine, whose hue
Enricht the skies, the ground enamell'd blue.
Whose presence makes a day, his absence night:
He trac'd the skie, and like a Champion bold
Rode in his charriot all in cloth of gold:
Is now growne bleare-ey'd; or for want of sleep,
He drives his Steeds into the Westerne deep,
To take a nap: bright Vespers traine, whose hue
Enricht the skies, the ground enamell'd blue.
Then Luna shines, whose patent was by birth,
At severall times to overlook the earth;
Yet change with age: as soone as they begun,
(For all they had their ticket from the Sun)
To passe and view the world, yet envious night
Cast out a fog, being swell'd with raging spight,
Charg'd them for Spies; sh'ad had them all arraign'd,
But could not bring'em downe. When men complain'd
Of tyrannie, she kept her silent den,
Where bodies live without the soules of men:
And vertue's out of use, unheard of sins
I shall unmaske: for now my Search begins.
Who to your view I shall present, your mind
Will apprehend, their sight is worse then blind.
Where all things are converted into crimes
To let us bloud, and to undoe the times.
At severall times to overlook the earth;
Yet change with age: as soone as they begun,
(For all they had their ticket from the Sun)
To passe and view the world, yet envious night
Cast out a fog, being swell'd with raging spight,
Charg'd them for Spies; sh'ad had them all arraign'd,
But could not bring'em downe. When men complain'd
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Where bodies live without the soules of men:
And vertue's out of use, unheard of sins
I shall unmaske: for now my Search begins.
Who to your view I shall present, your mind
Will apprehend, their sight is worse then blind.
Where all things are converted into crimes
To let us bloud, and to undoe the times.
First, here's a piece of earth, that seekes a place
T'unman himselfe, save onely in his face;
A tender-hearted Bawd, that ne're made whore,
But ever us'd such as were broke before;
(Her conscience gave her licence) meets this beast,
Who had him home: and she at his request
Must send for one whom he esteem'd most deare,
Her husband's jealous, and she sins in feare:
He found one in her bed, and with the shears
Cut off his nose, a warning for his ears.
The messenger must make some neat excuse,
To take a room, but 'tis not for his use:
Or borrow somthing, pull her by the coat,
Or wink, or nod, or give a private note,
Or whisper in her eare, or touch her foot,
Or els some secret signe; being willing to't,
She goes with speed, or els some Pedlers mad
Pimp Maximus, being master of his trade,
He'l sell her pins, or lace, or daintie lawne,
Fine ribon, gloves, or any thing; and pawne
His soule to use her kindly, so he'l find
His time to speak, and know each others mind.
She comes, he has his fee, and who'd mistrust
Such bugs should gender in a pedlers dust?
T'unman himselfe, save onely in his face;
A tender-hearted Bawd, that ne're made whore,
But ever us'd such as were broke before;
(Her conscience gave her licence) meets this beast,
Who had him home: and she at his request
Must send for one whom he esteem'd most deare,
Her husband's jealous, and she sins in feare:
He found one in her bed, and with the shears
Cut off his nose, a warning for his ears.
The messenger must make some neat excuse,
To take a room, but 'tis not for his use:
Or borrow somthing, pull her by the coat,
Or wink, or nod, or give a private note,
Or whisper in her eare, or touch her foot,
Or els some secret signe; being willing to't,
She goes with speed, or els some Pedlers mad
Pimp Maximus, being master of his trade,
He'l sell her pins, or lace, or daintie lawne,
Fine ribon, gloves, or any thing; and pawne
His soule to use her kindly, so he'l find
His time to speak, and know each others mind.
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Such bugs should gender in a pedlers dust?
Then came a rumbling coach, which made the ground
Fall in an Ague: looking in I found
A fether'd blade, his jacket was of plush,
A curious lasse, who with a crimson blush
Bewrai'd her selfe; her eyes were full and gray,
With ruddy lips, round cheekes, her forehead lay
Archt like a snowie banke, which did uphold
Her native tresses, which did shine like gold.
Her azure veynes, which with a well shap'd nose,
Her whiter neck, broad shoulders to compose
A slender wast, a body straight and tall,
With swanlike brests, long hands, with fingers small,
Her ivorie knees, her legs were neat and cleane,
A swelling calfe, with ancles round and leane.
Her insteps thin, short heels, with even toes,
A sole so straight, proportion'd feet, she goes
With modest grace: I judge her (viewing well)
Too good to go on foot, or ride to hell.
With civill habit, if you had her seen,
You'ld say sh'were lovely, aged seventeen.
Fall in an Ague: looking in I found
A fether'd blade, his jacket was of plush,
A curious lasse, who with a crimson blush
Bewrai'd her selfe; her eyes were full and gray,
With ruddy lips, round cheekes, her forehead lay
Archt like a snowie banke, which did uphold
Her native tresses, which did shine like gold.
Her azure veynes, which with a well shap'd nose,
Her whiter neck, broad shoulders to compose
A slender wast, a body straight and tall,
With swanlike brests, long hands, with fingers small,
Her ivorie knees, her legs were neat and cleane,
A swelling calfe, with ancles round and leane.
Her insteps thin, short heels, with even toes,
A sole so straight, proportion'd feet, she goes
With modest grace: I judge her (viewing well)
Too good to go on foot, or ride to hell.
With civill habit, if you had her seen,
You'ld say sh'were lovely, aged seventeen.
This knave is call'd Commander, who did use
To plunder men: those whom he did abuse
He'd call Malignants, he did serve the State
(Not as a theefe) this varlet was of late
A Pedlers boy, and still a Coblers sonne:
When Countries by this vermin were undone
They made him knowne, by which they gain'd reliefe,
He was no souldier, but a sharking thiefe.
To plunder men: those whom he did abuse
He'd call Malignants, he did serve the State
(Not as a theefe) this varlet was of late
A Pedlers boy, and still a Coblers sonne:
When Countries by this vermin were undone
They made him knowne, by which they gain'd reliefe,
He was no souldier, but a sharking thiefe.
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A while about the Citie he doth passe
For Major Dangerfield; this comely lasse
Was like to beinsnar'd; great meanes, rich friends,
But he had no'thing save the coblers ends.
He'l say's Debenter will be shortly sign'd,
Had he'is arreares (he would not be confin'd
To private lodgings) paid him by the State,
He'd drink and whore it, at a higher rate.
And to his mistrisse he'd be free and true,
Though he had nothing but an halter due.
For Major Dangerfield; this comely lasse
Was like to beinsnar'd; great meanes, rich friends,
But he had no'thing save the coblers ends.
He'l say's Debenter will be shortly sign'd,
Had he'is arreares (he would not be confin'd
To private lodgings) paid him by the State,
He'd drink and whore it, at a higher rate.
And to his mistrisse he'd be free and true,
Though he had nothing but an halter due.
This hackney coachman, pimpt in former times
For broken courtiers: he conceal'd their crimes,
And car'd their trash, though sinning on the score,
Pay him but well, he'ld bring'em down a whore
At any time, whose bloudy sins do crave
For plagues on earth, or an untimely grave.
For broken courtiers: he conceal'd their crimes,
And car'd their trash, though sinning on the score,
Pay him but well, he'ld bring'em down a whore
At any time, whose bloudy sins do crave
For plagues on earth, or an untimely grave.
But searching on, I heard a glittering sparke
Tearing the ground with oathes; as I did marke,
He met a civill man, and fell to strife;
This lawlesse ape would take away his wife;
But he the better man, soone laid his bones
Into the sinke, his shoulders felt the stones:
Till dammie boyes came by him; then he rose,
To breake the windowes, and he cut a nose
Which cost him eighteen pence; this daring rout
Will sleep by night, till Bailies find'em out.
Tearing the ground with oathes; as I did marke,
He met a civill man, and fell to strife;
This lawlesse ape would take away his wife;
But he the better man, soone laid his bones
Into the sinke, his shoulders felt the stones:
Till dammie boyes came by him; then he rose,
To breake the windowes, and he cut a nose
Which cost him eighteen pence; this daring rout
Will sleep by night, till Bailies find'em out.
I heard great moaning as I went along,
'Twas one whose sence a Basalisk had stung,
With looking on him; now she'l not be seen
Till all be turn'd to drosse, or els in spleen
She'l melt away his wit: because distast
Had dis-ingag'd her sin, her fancies wast
And made salt humors rise, the man growes mad
With fierie lust, the reason that he had
Is under hatches, rage and sorrow prest,
To share affections with that venome beast:
'Twas one whose sence a Basalisk had stung,
With looking on him; now she'l not be seen
Till all be turn'd to drosse, or els in spleen
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Had dis-ingag'd her sin, her fancies wast
And made salt humors rise, the man growes mad
With fierie lust, the reason that he had
Is under hatches, rage and sorrow prest,
To share affections with that venome beast:
And standing still, I heard a gentle cry,
I turn'd, and saw a tender infant lye
Breathing its last; the new received life
Was let out by the barbarous mothers knife,
Who wrung its necke, and threw it in a sink,
The whiter skin made blacker then my ink,
By this vile scum of filth; but now she's tri'd,
And ground enough, above the ground she di'd.
I turn'd, and saw a tender infant lye
Breathing its last; the new received life
Was let out by the barbarous mothers knife,
Who wrung its necke, and threw it in a sink,
The whiter skin made blacker then my ink,
By this vile scum of filth; but now she's tri'd,
And ground enough, above the ground she di'd.
Her Epitaph.
Death, hadst thou done this office at the first,Or if thou hadst but don't a yeare agoe,
She had not been so openly accurst,
Nor had my Muse (with fury) turn'd her foe.
The infant had not been, nor had my verse,
Been for a Tiburne grave, but for her herse.
Two Pincks did spread their sailes, and cast about,
They in a harbour found a Sea-man out;
Who striv'd by skill, which first shall take the prize,
Till one of them did scratch the others eyes.
He's my free prize, Ile do the best I can,
Thou art for fraught, but I am for the man;
The times are envious, men by sea, and land,
Are cast and cut away, on everie hand.
I loose my custome, 'tis a wittie theft,
To make some sure, while there are any left;
I cannot live without'em, art not mine?
Then with a kisse and a bewitching twine
She stole his lungs, and prey'd upon his heart,
The next his mezell liver feeles the dart.
They in a harbour found a Sea-man out;
Who striv'd by skill, which first shall take the prize,
Till one of them did scratch the others eyes.
He's my free prize, Ile do the best I can,
Thou art for fraught, but I am for the man;
The times are envious, men by sea, and land,
Are cast and cut away, on everie hand.
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To make some sure, while there are any left;
I cannot live without'em, art not mine?
Then with a kisse and a bewitching twine
She stole his lungs, and prey'd upon his heart,
The next his mezell liver feeles the dart.
Like to the little fish which in the seas
Doe sucke the froth, their watry humors please,
Amongst the curled waves; they frisk and seek
For fresh delights; at last into some Creek
The salter streames convey them, where the tide
Forsakes them unawares, when they are spide,
Or from the shore, or from their muddie holes
They're took, imbowell'd, cast upon the coles;
Or in the pan, like traitors halfe alive,
Dye by degrees: for 'tis in vain to strive,
With deaths Lievtenants. So, these Vassalls play
In waves of lusts, till wrath drives them away
Into a straight, where miseries are vast,
(Not like delights whch perish in the tast)
And constant dwellers, there they must remaine,
Till they are pluckt away, like Traitors slaine
And cast into the flames: but still their name
Shall stinke on earth, as monuments of shame.
Doe sucke the froth, their watry humors please,
Amongst the curled waves; they frisk and seek
For fresh delights; at last into some Creek
The salter streames convey them, where the tide
Forsakes them unawares, when they are spide,
Or from the shore, or from their muddie holes
They're took, imbowell'd, cast upon the coles;
Or in the pan, like traitors halfe alive,
Dye by degrees: for 'tis in vain to strive,
With deaths Lievtenants. So, these Vassalls play
In waves of lusts, till wrath drives them away
Into a straight, where miseries are vast,
(Not like delights whch perish in the tast)
And constant dwellers, there they must remaine,
Till they are pluckt away, like Traitors slaine
And cast into the flames: but still their name
Shall stinke on earth, as monuments of shame.
The Devill likes grand Seigniors golden vice,
Finding a man inclin'd to avarice,
Fill'd with disdaine: whose cruelties beside
Make him a Tyrant to maintaine his pride.
He doth preferre him to'a loftie place,
As full of envie, as he is free from grace.
He peels the great ones, and undoes the poore
To fill his coffers when his golden store
Is at the height, the Turke doth cast his eye,
To spy a fault, he is condem'd to dye
By word of mouth; to squeeze his vast estate
Into his treasurie, at such a rate
My fondlings live, who are inclind to lust,
The Devill sets them in a place of trust;
Who sucke the poyson'd sweet, untill they burst,
They'l feel that then they nere beleev'd at first.
Finding a man inclin'd to avarice,
Fill'd with disdaine: whose cruelties beside
Make him a Tyrant to maintaine his pride.
He doth preferre him to'a loftie place,
As full of envie, as he is free from grace.
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To fill his coffers when his golden store
Is at the height, the Turke doth cast his eye,
To spy a fault, he is condem'd to dye
By word of mouth; to squeeze his vast estate
Into his treasurie, at such a rate
My fondlings live, who are inclind to lust,
The Devill sets them in a place of trust;
Who sucke the poyson'd sweet, untill they burst,
They'l feel that then they nere beleev'd at first.
To undergoe their tortures could they hire,
Or like to Salamanders, live in fire,
Or loose their sences in the flaming fume,
Or might their lasting soules in fire consume,
I would decline my task, and spare my braines,
And let them take their pleasures for their gaines.
Or like to Salamanders, live in fire,
Or loose their sences in the flaming fume,
Or might their lasting soules in fire consume,
I would decline my task, and spare my braines,
And let them take their pleasures for their gaines.
But bodies, soules, and sinnes in flames must frye,
Last by consuming spirits never dye.
Last by consuming spirits never dye.
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