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. XVIII.
A meeting, and a costly Feast,
The Meet, and sitting of each guest,
Their Wines, their cariage, Healths among,
They drowne their soules, Pimp-Minors song.
The Meet, and sitting of each guest,
Their Wines, their cariage, Healths among,
They drowne their soules, Pimp-Minors song.
Night sits enthron'd in State, to seise a prize,
“In darkest robes, whose objects blind our eyes.
She cloth'd the Clouds in black, and did upbraid
Bright Cynthia's gesture, cause she was a Maide.
She arch'd her screens with Jett; the virgin Queen
Could neither overlook, nor look between.
Thus coffind close, my Muse began to call
A Poet up, to write her Funerall.
Ill humours she doth cherish with her breath,
She's both of a tipe of Hell, and Nurse of death:
So, black with Envie, and being swell'd with pride
Did shrowd the Starres in Cipresse; and devy'd
Her tempus in the middle: half her store
Was left behind, half posted on before.
She ad put the Spies in prison: gentle rest
Had flatter'd some to silence; others prest
To hide their shame with sinne, among the crowd
Some suck't in poison, but I'am not allow'd
Fresh garments from the Skye. I'm paund in birth
To shew such Feastings, seldome seen on Earth.
“In darkest robes, whose objects blind our eyes.
She cloth'd the Clouds in black, and did upbraid
Bright Cynthia's gesture, cause she was a Maide.
She arch'd her screens with Jett; the virgin Queen
Could neither overlook, nor look between.
Thus coffind close, my Muse began to call
A Poet up, to write her Funerall.
Ill humours she doth cherish with her breath,
She's both of a tipe of Hell, and Nurse of death:
So, black with Envie, and being swell'd with pride
Did shrowd the Starres in Cipresse; and devy'd
Her tempus in the middle: half her store
Was left behind, half posted on before.
She ad put the Spies in prison: gentle rest
Had flatter'd some to silence; others prest
To hide their shame with sinne, among the crowd
Some suck't in poison, but I'am not allow'd
Fresh garments from the Skye. I'm paund in birth
To shew such Feastings, seldome seen on Earth.
I do invite my Readers (pray come near)
As lookers on, take heed, taste not the Chear.
Those that are guests, love darknesse; and do dwell
Or neer unto, or else belong to hell.
The time's most fit, 'tis midnight; and the place
Was used for burnt sacrifice; the grace
Dropt from a Bawd, who did invite the guests,
The bank did pay the charge of both the feasts.
They sit in order: they that took their heats,
And temper most from hell, had the chief seats.
As lookers on, take heed, taste not the Chear.
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Or neer unto, or else belong to hell.
The time's most fit, 'tis midnight; and the place
Was used for burnt sacrifice; the grace
Dropt from a Bawd, who did invite the guests,
The bank did pay the charge of both the feasts.
They sit in order: they that took their heats,
And temper most from hell, had the chief seats.
The Bawd being old, and constant, and no waster,
Serv'd fourscore yeers, and never hang'd her master:
She'as done good service, laying still her gins
To draw them to, then snare 'em in their sins.
The major vote is, she must sit above;
And next to her, the Haxter and his Love:
He rob'd before mens faces in the feild;
She cut the throats of those that would not yeeld.
Serv'd fourscore yeers, and never hang'd her master:
She'as done good service, laying still her gins
To draw them to, then snare 'em in their sins.
The major vote is, she must sit above;
And next to her, the Haxter and his Love:
He rob'd before mens faces in the feild;
She cut the throats of those that would not yeeld.
The common whore sits on the other side,
Next to her Mistresse: she has nere deny'd
A motion, or an order from the Devil,
To plead for sin, and tempting men to evil.
The private Whore sits by her, and she saith
She never scor'd upon the publick Faith.
Her Pimp sits next her, who did still devise
New tricks to fetch her out, for studying lies.
He did exceed the rest, to manage it,
They say he has a Magazine of wit.
The Pander for his subtiltie, and pride,
Sits equall with him on the other side.
The theife sate close by him, the Out-purse Jade
Sate over-right, that drove a double trade
With men and beasts, the Prodigall (their friend)
His money's spent, and now the lower end
Must serve his turn to night: when he for love
Renues his pockets, he shall sit above.
Next to her Mistresse: she has nere deny'd
A motion, or an order from the Devil,
To plead for sin, and tempting men to evil.
The private Whore sits by her, and she saith
She never scor'd upon the publick Faith.
Her Pimp sits next her, who did still devise
New tricks to fetch her out, for studying lies.
He did exceed the rest, to manage it,
They say he has a Magazine of wit.
The Pander for his subtiltie, and pride,
Sits equall with him on the other side.
The theife sate close by him, the Out-purse Jade
Sate over-right, that drove a double trade
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His money's spent, and now the lower end
Must serve his turn to night: when he for love
Renues his pockets, he shall sit above.
The Constable came in that us'd (you know)
To search above, and leave the watch below.
The outworn Letcher, and the drunken Gull
Sate down together: now the table's full.
To search above, and leave the watch below.
The outworn Letcher, and the drunken Gull
Sate down together: now the table's full.
Above they had varieties of meate,
Some standing dishes, but not good to eate.
They'ad Oysters pickl'd and the best Lavere
Anchoves Woodcocks (which was daintie cheare)
whose brains did make them sawce, with ambergreece
And Mumma of Mans flesh which cost a peece.
With divers other dishes from the fire,
Where Nature mixt with art, to breed desire.
Some standing dishes, but not good to eate.
They'ad Oysters pickl'd and the best Lavere
Anchoves Woodcocks (which was daintie cheare)
whose brains did make them sawce, with ambergreece
And Mumma of Mans flesh which cost a peece.
With divers other dishes from the fire,
Where Nature mixt with art, to breed desire.
For those below, that could but Pimp and steal,
Had Butchers meat, Ramme, Mutton, Hog, and veal.
No second course; nor did these sordid Elves
Desire fowl: For they were foul themselves,
Yet they had tongues and harts, dried, slic't and cold,
With severall sorts of wine, but some did hold
That Viper-wine was best. Some lov'd the Red,
Being likest blood; some that the Dragon bred
And bears his name, all lov'd it mixt with sin:
They'ad healths, and some diseased souls put in.
Had Butchers meat, Ramme, Mutton, Hog, and veal.
No second course; nor did these sordid Elves
Desire fowl: For they were foul themselves,
Yet they had tongues and harts, dried, slic't and cold,
With severall sorts of wine, but some did hold
That Viper-wine was best. Some lov'd the Red,
Being likest blood; some that the Dragon bred
And bears his name, all lov'd it mixt with sin:
They'ad healths, and some diseased souls put in.
Now, in their midst of Mirth, they drink the round,
They may be bold upon the Divills ground,
Where ev'ry one must freely drink his bowl;
And he that cannot swear away his soul,
And drink his reason drie, and play the beast,
Shall ne'r be bid to such a gallant Feast.
Before they rose (though sitting over long)
Pimp Minor came, and he will sing a song.
They may be bold upon the Divills ground,
Where ev'ry one must freely drink his bowl;
And he that cannot swear away his soul,
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Shall ne'r be bid to such a gallant Feast.
Before they rose (though sitting over long)
Pimp Minor came, and he will sing a song.
My song shall relate, what pleasure and state
What mirth, and contentments are in love,
The world is at rest, now how we are blest.
No sorrow can make us remove.
In love we do agree,
And who so merrie as we.
What mirth, and contentments are in love,
The world is at rest, now how we are blest.
No sorrow can make us remove.
In love we do agree,
And who so merrie as we.
Black night is our Bawd; and Fates do aplaud
Our happinesse: Heavens consent,
To mask up the Moone, least comming too soone
Prove treacherous to our content.
Our pleasures do all agree.
And who so merrie as we?
Our happinesse: Heavens consent,
To mask up the Moone, least comming too soone
Prove treacherous to our content.
Our pleasures do all agree.
And who so merrie as we?
This delicate Feast, and every guest
Still praised shall be with Delight:
Ther's nothing but day, can fright us away:
Let's honour the Goddesse of night,
That doth with us agree.
And who are merrie but we?
Still praised shall be with Delight:
Ther's nothing but day, can fright us away:
Let's honour the Goddesse of night,
That doth with us agree.
And who are merrie but we?
The searcher's asleep, nor durst he once peep
To backbite our Revells; agen,
If the Rimer should write of our meeting to night,
Wee'l vow to sequester his pen.
With us hee'l not agree
But who so merrie as we.?
To backbite our Revells; agen,
If the Rimer should write of our meeting to night,
Wee'l vow to sequester his pen.
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But who so merrie as we.?
What need we to fear? the Constables heere:
Pale Envy is laid in her grave;
Our drinkings breed health, & pleasures bring wealth
And Joyes are the clothing we crave.
With laughing all agree.
Oh none so merrie as we.
Pale Envy is laid in her grave;
Our drinkings breed health, & pleasures bring wealth
And Joyes are the clothing we crave.
With laughing all agree.
Oh none so merrie as we.
Wee'l reap our desire, when lovt is on fire,
and taste of the pleasant dishes;
What happinesse can, be more to man
Then so to embrace his wishes?
Our love do thus agree,
And who so merry as we?
and taste of the pleasant dishes;
What happinesse can, be more to man
Then so to embrace his wishes?
Our love do thus agree,
And who so merry as we?
The scraps which we leave, let watchmen receive,
When Brokers have cull'd our th best,
Now give me a Cup, and Il'e drink it all up,
And the Divill shall have the rest.
Who doth with us agree,
Then who so merrie as we?
When Brokers have cull'd our th best,
Now give me a Cup, and Il'e drink it all up,
And the Divill shall have the rest.
Who doth with us agree,
Then who so merrie as we?
When they had laugh'd at this, some drunk, asleep,
Fell on the ground: and some began o creep
In private Corners, others fell to play,
Some to their plots; while others stole away
The neighbours goods, but ere this horrid meeting
Was broken up, they had a dolefull greetnig.
Fell on the ground: and some began o creep
In private Corners, others fell to play,
Some to their plots; while others stole away
The neighbours goods, but ere this horrid meeting
Was broken up, they had a dolefull greetnig.
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Now like a herd fast by a River side,
Had eate their Commons bare, but having spy'd
Fresh quarters ore the water, they begin
To strive by force which shall go foremost in.
And enter first the sev'rall; as they swim
The proud curl'd waves assault them, every limbe
Is shaken with their fury, some do sink,
Some beaten out of life upon the brink.
The rest the streames leave prisoners in a Lake,
Where death must set them free, none of them take,
Possession of the Pasture. So, do these,
Swim down the tide of lusts, although they please
Their humors for a time, at last the shore
Receives them breathlesse. Charon sculls them ore
Into the land of everlasting night.
Nor Sun, nor Moon shall vex'em with their Light.
Guilt, shame and tears will mingle with their sins:
This Feasting's done, the divells Feast begins.
Had eate their Commons bare, but having spy'd
Fresh quarters ore the water, they begin
To strive by force which shall go foremost in.
And enter first the sev'rall; as they swim
The proud curl'd waves assault them, every limbe
Is shaken with their fury, some do sink,
Some beaten out of life upon the brink.
The rest the streames leave prisoners in a Lake,
Where death must set them free, none of them take,
Possession of the Pasture. So, do these,
Swim down the tide of lusts, although they please
Their humors for a time, at last the shore
Receives them breathlesse. Charon sculls them ore
Into the land of everlasting night.
Nor Sun, nor Moon shall vex'em with their Light.
Guilt, shame and tears will mingle with their sins:
This Feasting's done, the divells Feast begins.
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