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. XV.
A Taylors shred pluck't out of Hell
Is trim'd, a Monkey loves her well.
She's free to all; the Monkey frets;
Her open shop: whom in she lets
Are lost. But one whose nose is sunk
Gets much in favour with this punk.
Conceit of want doth make her swound;
The gold all gone, they change their ground.
Is trim'd, a Monkey loves her well.
She's free to all; the Monkey frets;
Her open shop: whom in she lets
Are lost. But one whose nose is sunk
Gets much in favour with this punk.
Conceit of want doth make her swound;
The gold all gone, they change their ground.
O, this a busie night! who, who comes here?
A shred pluck't out of Hell! Can shreds appear
In shape so like a woman, charming men?
Yes, and bewitch them too, till Hell agen
Doth close upon her. Now 'tis open, hush:
How came her Carcase to be wrap't in plush?
She chop't for broken peeces, (being free)
The serving-man gave no such Liverie.
Perhaps the flower that fore-runs the Spring,
For quick commodities might change the thing.
'Twas Mistris Maudlins gown: when she was fry'd
For Morbus Gallious, she did divide
Her clothes about in parcels: this was cast
On her at th' Baudy-house where she dwelt last.
A Monkey bred beyond Sea, full of lust,
Found out this Apish shred: alas! he must
Needs couple with her: married they must be:
The forrein Beast is ty'd to miserie:
For when he had fulfill'd his foul desire,
The home-born'd Ape grew common: and her fire
Sparkles into a flame: Who will, may have
This Hell, his Bier, to carr' him to his grave.
A shred pluck't out of Hell! Can shreds appear
In shape so like a woman, charming men?
Yes, and bewitch them too, till Hell agen
Doth close upon her. Now 'tis open, hush:
How came her Carcase to be wrap't in plush?
She chop't for broken peeces, (being free)
The serving-man gave no such Liverie.
Perhaps the flower that fore-runs the Spring,
For quick commodities might change the thing.
'Twas Mistris Maudlins gown: when she was fry'd
For Morbus Gallious, she did divide
Her clothes about in parcels: this was cast
On her at th' Baudy-house where she dwelt last.
A Monkey bred beyond Sea, full of lust,
Found out this Apish shred: alas! he must
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The forrein Beast is ty'd to miserie:
For when he had fulfill'd his foul desire,
The home-born'd Ape grew common: and her fire
Sparkles into a flame: Who will, may have
This Hell, his Bier, to carr' him to his grave.
Her fulnesse made her worse. She bends her will
To taste and rellish every thing that's ill.
When he perceiv'd his fate, thus he began
To breath his meaning somewhat like a man.
To taste and rellish every thing that's ill.
When he perceiv'd his fate, thus he began
To breath his meaning somewhat like a man.
What have I done? How fatal was my birth!
I've travell'd far to seek a Hell on Earth:
Which I have found too soon. But ah! 'tis fit
That punishment with grief should teach me wit.
I've travell'd far to seek a Hell on Earth:
Which I have found too soon. But ah! 'tis fit
That punishment with grief should teach me wit.
Did I redeem thee from a house of sin
To make thee honest? and dost thou begin
To treble up thy shame? Thou wantst for nought.
I sold my self too cheap: but I have bought
My crosse too dear. Hell is not eas'ly drawn
(Unlesse a man will lay his hopes to pawn)
To promise pleasure. I am laid at stake
For shame and sorrow. How my heart doth ake!
To make thee honest? and dost thou begin
To treble up thy shame? Thou wantst for nought.
I sold my self too cheap: but I have bought
My crosse too dear. Hell is not eas'ly drawn
(Unlesse a man will lay his hopes to pawn)
To promise pleasure. I am laid at stake
For shame and sorrow. How my heart doth ake!
She hearing this, reply'd: Pray blame not me:
It was your fault to seek for misery.
I did not think but that you would consent
That I might pleasure friends: you have content:
You have your times; the choice of all my store.
What harm is't then if I can pleasure more?
You know what house I liv'd in: Did you think
To have me free from sin? Did you but wink
We might agree: If you'ld have had me cleer,
You'd not have come to such a house; for there
We'are season'd to't. I cannot leave it now:
I'l venture all I have, if you'l allow
That I might have return, from French, and Dutch,
With English too, that you may do as much.
That will be quid for quo: thou knowst my mind:
Come, little Monkey, every Beast in's kind.
It was your fault to seek for misery.
I did not think but that you would consent
That I might pleasure friends: you have content:
You have your times; the choice of all my store.
What harm is't then if I can pleasure more?
You know what house I liv'd in: Did you think
To have me free from sin? Did you but wink
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You'd not have come to such a house; for there
We'are season'd to't. I cannot leave it now:
I'l venture all I have, if you'l allow
That I might have return, from French, and Dutch,
With English too, that you may do as much.
That will be quid for quo: thou knowst my mind:
Come, little Monkey, every Beast in's kind.
With that he steer'd away, and fear'd no weather;
But with more shame then ever he came hither.
But with more shame then ever he came hither.
Now, come, my Customers; for I'l be free
Of what I have. I'm set at libertie.
She's such an active Whore, to all that come,
As if sh'had learn'd it in her mothers wombe.
She wears out one; another, he is lost;
A third's consum'd; she jeers him for his cost.
Then meeting with a shifter, who of late
Maintain'd a nastie Whore, till his estate
Was sunk much like his nose: and she had bin
Under the lash to suffer for her sin,
Indicted, and arraign'd; and then she fell
To tune aloud the fourth part of Hell.
Of what I have. I'm set at libertie.
She's such an active Whore, to all that come,
As if sh'had learn'd it in her mothers wombe.
She wears out one; another, he is lost;
A third's consum'd; she jeers him for his cost.
Then meeting with a shifter, who of late
Maintain'd a nastie Whore, till his estate
Was sunk much like his nose: and she had bin
Under the lash to suffer for her sin,
Indicted, and arraign'd; and then she fell
To tune aloud the fourth part of Hell.
He being flig'd again, he chatters out
Like to a rook in Spring: and flies about
To find a place to build in; where he brings
His new-found Whore, whose taile is full of stings,
But there the nest is made, till he had spent
His present stock, besides what to him lent.
And now this Ape's grown sullen; she's not well:
What, nor a place, nor lands, nor goods to fell?
I want a petti-coat, a bagge, a jewel,
Another thing or two. Such beasts are cruel.
Like to a rook in Spring: and flies about
To find a place to build in; where he brings
His new-found Whore, whose taile is full of stings,
But there the nest is made, till he had spent
His present stock, besides what to him lent.
And now this Ape's grown sullen; she's not well:
What, nor a place, nor lands, nor goods to fell?
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Another thing or two. Such beasts are cruel.
He pitty'd her, and answer'd with a smile,
Thou shalt have those; but thou must stay a while:
I've such a thing to sell: I know not how
To fell't but with great losse, as times go now.
Thou shalt have those; but thou must stay a while:
I've such a thing to sell: I know not how
To fell't but with great losse, as times go now.
He going forth, she drops down to the ground;
Dissemblingly she fals into a swound:
And being taken up, she hangs her head;
Hold's in her breath, as if she had been dead:
Closing her eyes, and slobbering out her tongue:
'T had been some hope on't, had she been so long.
Her neck like Tyburns blossoms had been, if
It had been long enough, or half so stiffe.
But her's was plyable, to turn about,
Forward, or backward; all might find it out
That 'twas but fained. She was throughly vex't
'T was done no neater: but she'l mend the next.
Dissemblingly she fals into a swound:
And being taken up, she hangs her head;
Hold's in her breath, as if she had been dead:
Closing her eyes, and slobbering out her tongue:
'T had been some hope on't, had she been so long.
Her neck like Tyburns blossoms had been, if
It had been long enough, or half so stiffe.
But her's was plyable, to turn about,
Forward, or backward; all might find it out
That 'twas but fained. She was throughly vex't
'T was done no neater: but she'l mend the next.
He hearing of her fall, came in again;
And when she was reviv'd, she did complain:
Ah, ah! unkindnesse! Ah! 't will break my heart!
Alas, I love too much! the more's my smart.
Unkindnesse kills me. Oh! my heart is broke!
She drop't down tears like charms. Then thus he spoke:
And when she was reviv'd, she did complain:
Ah, ah! unkindnesse! Ah! 't will break my heart!
Alas, I love too much! the more's my smart.
Unkindnesse kills me. Oh! my heart is broke!
She drop't down tears like charms. Then thus he spoke:
What, should I be undone? woulds't have me strive
(To humour thee) to dig my grave alive?
Thou hast bewitch't me. What he spoke was true.
The Jade had her desire. Sh'was trim'd anew.
(To humour thee) to dig my grave alive?
Thou hast bewitch't me. What he spoke was true.
The Jade had her desire. Sh'was trim'd anew.
Within a little time. The Land was sold:
They laid it on a while, until the gold
Was sent from whence it came: then with a jest
She cast him off, as she had done the rest.
She's taken up and coatch't unto the bath:
But still she's follow'd with a cloud of wrath.
How she did truck in common, with what men;
Perhaps I'l tell you, when she comes agen.
They laid it on a while, until the gold
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She cast him off, as she had done the rest.
She's taken up and coatch't unto the bath:
But still she's follow'd with a cloud of wrath.
How she did truck in common, with what men;
Perhaps I'l tell you, when she comes agen.
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