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. XVI.
One vampt with plush, lives not in awe;
Is found a Letcher at the Law.
A married man; four Queans he'l have:
One very young, one tall, and brave;
The third for wit: the fourth she must
Be full of stuffe to flake his lust;
They live apart, for each his wife:
One with his worship fals to strife.
Is found a Letcher at the Law.
A married man; four Queans he'l have:
One very young, one tall, and brave;
The third for wit: the fourth she must
Be full of stuffe to flake his lust;
They live apart, for each his wife:
One with his worship fals to strife.
When in my search Queen Phœbe cast a blush,
I turn'd aside and saw a thing in plush,
As black as Hell: his lust was in the prime:
He had a Gown (too long) did hide his crime.
His wit was put to Nurse; his face was blew,
And all his upper parts were vamp't anew.
His garbidge kept him moist, because his taile
Was lately bottom'd. Till his purse doth faile
He'l wear a Ruffe, a full-crown'd Beaver-hat:
Loves he the Law or no? guesse you by that.
I turn'd aside and saw a thing in plush,
As black as Hell: his lust was in the prime:
He had a Gown (too long) did hide his crime.
His wit was put to Nurse; his face was blew,
And all his upper parts were vamp't anew.
His garbidge kept him moist, because his taile
Was lately bottom'd. Till his purse doth faile
He'l wear a Ruffe, a full-crown'd Beaver-hat:
Loves he the Law or no? guesse you by that.
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He'l give you words, as good as gold can make;
Give him his way, advice he will not take.
He's wise enough for Hell, pray let him stand:
His practise of delight lies underhand.
He's often distant from his native place;
I'l shew the Cels he hants, then judge the case.
Give him his way, advice he will not take.
He's wise enough for Hell, pray let him stand:
His practise of delight lies underhand.
He's often distant from his native place;
I'l shew the Cels he hants, then judge the case.
His wife and children in the Countrey bee;
They hardly will beleeve (nor can they see)
What Hell doth daily venture on his side;
Nor how he bought a Whore; sweet Mistris Bride
She must be call'd: He doth consume his 'state
To keep her to himself at any rate.
She's young and fresh, her hair brown, like a berry,
And full of mirth to make his worship merry.
They hardly will beleeve (nor can they see)
What Hell doth daily venture on his side;
Nor how he bought a Whore; sweet Mistris Bride
She must be call'd: He doth consume his 'state
To keep her to himself at any rate.
She's young and fresh, her hair brown, like a berry,
And full of mirth to make his worship merry.
A second he must have, that's full of wit;
She gives him great content: for that is it
That he stands most in need of. She is thin,
Small, low, and active, with a milk-white skin.
She gives him great content: for that is it
That he stands most in need of. She is thin,
Small, low, and active, with a milk-white skin.
The third that he doth chuse is very tall;
Well joyn'd, upright, her fingers long and small,
With yellow hair, her eyes being full and gray,
With cherry cheeks: This modest Quean will stay
Her turn and never grumble. But the next,
If he but break his day, she's shrewdly vext.
Well joyn'd, upright, her fingers long and small,
With yellow hair, her eyes being full and gray,
With cherry cheeks: This modest Quean will stay
Her turn and never grumble. But the next,
If he but break his day, she's shrewdly vext.
She's very fleshly minded; full of stuffe,
With greasie brawny limbs, and tongue enough
To raile him to her self: as free from fear
As honesty: but not from—stand clear.
With greasie brawny limbs, and tongue enough
To raile him to her self: as free from fear
As honesty: but not from—stand clear.
He visits them with papers in his hand,
As though he came to state them in his land.
He spends his time, his substance, and his life:
And every one of these goes for his Wife.
As though he came to state them in his land.
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And every one of these goes for his Wife.
He takes a part, for every one a Room,
Maintains them at his cost, and he's the Groom
To each of them by turns. When he would have
A laughing bout, the pleasant Wench he'l crave.
Maintains them at his cost, and he's the Groom
To each of them by turns. When he would have
A laughing bout, the pleasant Wench he'l crave.
When he would hear new fancies, then he'l dwell
With her that with her shame ha's wit to sell.
When he to sin with silence has desire,
The tallest bashfull'st Whore must quench his fire:
But at Spring-tides, his lusts swell high: then she
That's full of stuffe shall have his companie.
Although a part their seiz'd, they do forecast
With joint consent to help him to his last.
With her that with her shame ha's wit to sell.
When he to sin with silence has desire,
The tallest bashfull'st Whore must quench his fire:
But at Spring-tides, his lusts swell high: then she
That's full of stuffe shall have his companie.
Although a part their seiz'd, they do forecast
With joint consent to help him to his last.
One of his Tibs, full of the lustfull itch,
Did kick and bite; I need not tell you which.
He staid away too long; nor could she have
What she desir'd: Though silence he did crave
It could not be obtain'd. They fell to strife
Till't was perceiv'd they were not man and wife.
The'are hist away from thence: But then her mother
Does prove their baud, the whisking is their brother.
Did kick and bite; I need not tell you which.
He staid away too long; nor could she have
What she desir'd: Though silence he did crave
It could not be obtain'd. They fell to strife
Till't was perceiv'd they were not man and wife.
The'are hist away from thence: But then her mother
Does prove their baud, the whisking is their brother.
But tell him if you durst: What Law affords,
Or violence, to make you eat your words,
Shall not be wanting. But the common fame
Is mounted up to blaze their sin and shame.
The several Nests are found: now he must be
Purg'd by the Law. But ah! the miserie
Is not bewail'd: No means can give redresse
T'a man that's morgag'd to his wickednesse.
He keeps his truce with Hell. He doth bereave
Himself of hopes: till Devils give him leave
He cannot change his course: or till grim death,
Age, want, or sicknesse doth attach his breath.
Or violence, to make you eat your words,
Shall not be wanting. But the common fame
Is mounted up to blaze their sin and shame.
The several Nests are found: now he must be
Purg'd by the Law. But ah! the miserie
Is not bewail'd: No means can give redresse
T'a man that's morgag'd to his wickednesse.
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Himself of hopes: till Devils give him leave
He cannot change his course: or till grim death,
Age, want, or sicknesse doth attach his breath.
Had he so many souls, as many lives,
As he hath Whores, for his supposed Wives,
He'd venture all: but is not one too much
To lie at hazard for a World of such?
As he hath Whores, for his supposed Wives,
He'd venture all: but is not one too much
To lie at hazard for a World of such?
Thou common vassal! what dost mean to do?
Thy various sins, breed several Torments too.
Thou canst not live here ever: thou must have
To end delights, a prison and a grave.
Y'ave change of rooms for death, being dead alive:
One room in Hell may eas'ly hold all five.
Though sin remains there still, there's no delight:
Souls dwell with horrour and eternal night.
Thy various sins, breed several Torments too.
Thou canst not live here ever: thou must have
To end delights, a prison and a grave.
Y'ave change of rooms for death, being dead alive:
One room in Hell may eas'ly hold all five.
Though sin remains there still, there's no delight:
Souls dwell with horrour and eternal night.
But where's the scurf of age, that is so vilde
To turn a Baud? and offer Hell her childe
Upon such easie terms? I would not ask,
But that she has performed such a Task,
That Hell seems innocent. What did she hatch
A brat for living shame? then make the match?
Her sense, her nature she doth now controul,
To give the body life, to damn the soul.
Her shame is dy'd in grain: why write I thus?
She's fit for nothing but an Incubus.
To turn a Baud? and offer Hell her childe
Upon such easie terms? I would not ask,
But that she has performed such a Task,
That Hell seems innocent. What did she hatch
A brat for living shame? then make the match?
Her sense, her nature she doth now controul,
To give the body life, to damn the soul.
Her shame is dy'd in grain: why write I thus?
She's fit for nothing but an Incubus.
There is a Pander too; I'd call him in,
But that he is so overgrown with sin;
Being made an Officer, his humours swell;
He'l curse and swear the devils out of hell.
His counsel cost him nought: his sisters man;
Call him but so, he'l swear but by her fan.
I cannot talk with him, he doth so stink;
Being parboil'd twice, and overcharg'd with drink.
I'll leave you altogether, till my Pen
Be sharper set, and then I'll write agen.
If I should shew her wit, how she will vaper,
'Twould steal away my time, besides a sheet of paper.
Her outside now, shall satisfie my rime;
I'll blaze her inside at another time.
Look where she is, and view her in the light:
Now I'll be silent, left I shame her quite.
But that he is so overgrown with sin;
Being made an Officer, his humours swell;
He'l curse and swear the devils out of hell.
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Call him but so, he'l swear but by her fan.
I cannot talk with him, he doth so stink;
Being parboil'd twice, and overcharg'd with drink.
I'll leave you altogether, till my Pen
Be sharper set, and then I'll write agen.
If I should shew her wit, how she will vaper,
'Twould steal away my time, besides a sheet of paper.
Her outside now, shall satisfie my rime;
I'll blaze her inside at another time.
Look where she is, and view her in the light:
Now I'll be silent, left I shame her quite.
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