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. XX.
To share their boungs, three Beggars meet,One stunke erewhile, but now made sweet.
The second passe, the third doth treate,
Their begging tone is not compleat:
The Rules to begg, on what they feed;
Their Trade and triumph, how agreed,
From all oppressions they are free,
How merry they at parting be.
I walk'd alone, my brain on Fancies fed,
The man i'th' Moone being newly gone to bed,
My light was all confin'd within my brest,
My eares were open, forward, still I prest,
Till at the last I spi'd a glimmering shine,
And heard a voyce, which made my Muse incline
To tune her song anew. Three mandies did
Divide their boungs: the matter should be hid.
One had his night-cap brought him, and his Ruffe,
His Gowne, clean Lynen; every thing enough
To please his humour. He is very grave
His Leg's unti'd; his pleasure was to have
His Crutches out of sight; he cleares his throat
With butter'd-Ale, to help his begging note.
The others young, (a whipping bought his passe)
Not borne a Beggar as the other was:
He's chang'd from top to toe; he feeles no smart
His arme's restor'd, his sores were made by Art.
But looking towar'ds the right, I did espie
A Doxie lately bottom'd, which did cry
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In bowsing Kenadoes be ever blest!
Then altogether they began to prate
Of Citie businesses, of Church, and State,
Where they should beg to morrow, such a place
Brings in most coine, the other gives more grace
To our endeavours: Fleet-street shall be thine,
Turn-style is his, the Temple-lane is mine.
'Tis late, they must divide what they have got,
There's but a Mark betwixt them: but the Lot
Fals double on the Seignor. I was fain
To bring you both into a begging strain.
Yet, thou beg'st out of turn; nor canst thou cry
With dolefull tones, to move the Passers by
To draw their bounty. Thou shouldst shew thy sore
To make their purses open: then our store
Would be encreas'd. But Tib doth beg with grace,
She'l howl out, 'save your Worship, make a face,
To coyne a groat at once: She's young in years,
But old in cunning: her dissembling tears
Will make a Usurer a peny spare,
So in her prayers he may have a share.
There's not a day, if once I sit but down
But is a Noble-day: alas, a Crown
Will hardly bear my charge! a dish of meat
Would cast one halt on't: many things I eat
Which are not common: now and then I have
A Pullet, and a Tart; sometimes a Crave,
A Pigeon-pye, a Woodcock, or a Goose,
A Pig, a dish of Larks; let me but loose,
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Veal's waterish, mutton grosse, and Pork is worse,
I cry and hold my Legg, some labouring gull
Gives me a penny, when my purse is full.
When he (perhaps) hath not a shilling left
To keep himself. Then begging joyn'd with theft,
There is no better Trade. I have excuse
To save my money which I have at use,
To keep my port, and credit to the last, his port,
When all my merrie begging dayes are past.
How ever all the day I seeme to men,
When I come home, I am no begger then.
What er'e I ask, I have for my delight,
My Table's spread with meat, my bread is white.
A fire, slippers, and a Cup of Ale,
Good Wine, well suggar'd, with a merry tale,
To cheat the slow pac't minutes: I am free
From all suspition by my Beggerie.
Who'l seek for money in a Beggers house,
The Proverb is, there's nothing but a ------
Though I keep Fellons goods, I'm quit from shame,
The harmlesse Beggar is both old and lame.
Come, let us share our boungs, thou must away,
My enter'd Rogue! ten groats shall be thy pay.
My little Gill, thy subtle antique tricks
Gaine foure shillings, I'le have the other six.
This parting Cup shall drown all care and sorrow,
Chuck thou art mine to night, and his to morrow.
As do the Snakes in Dunghills, bre'd, and thrive,
And have their vents to keep their stinck alive,
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To suck the spoyle; at night they part the prey.
Those rotten Vassals, cannot choose but see
They are the Drones which rob the painfull Bee.
To all that's begging-base they are agree'd,
They're fitter for the Hangman then for breed.
They swarme like Catterpillars: none can stand
Before their mouthes: they cover all the Land.
They are the sores of England, which do run
Almost past cure. Alas they have begun
To bring the body lowe! let lusty Knaves
Be whip't to work, and hamper'd up for slaves.
Let Bridewells joyne to guard these begging whores
Which breed like Mice, they are the greatest sores.
The weake might then be kept, the blind and Lame
'Pon Charity, our Kingdome quit from shame.
If they were dealt with, as they are displaid,
In halfe an age those Rats might be destroy'd
SECT. XXI.
Her'e Officers are guilty found,A Sodomite, a Spie, our ground
Breed Monsters, now, the Souldiers punck,
The Reformado shamefull drunck;
The ramping Dame one robs the State,
The choice of pincks, the Harlots rate.
To take a bribe, this cannot brook:
Two Bawds twice burnt; a Frenchman took.
VVhen swarfie night had mufled up the Queen
With clouds of darknes, sable vails, in spleen
Were spred before the Stars; their twinckling light,
Must look tow'ards home, accus'd by envious night:
All Colours were alike; she seem'd to have
The glory of the world, bound in a grave.
The watch was set, the Court of guard was plac'd,
The spies went forth, bold sinners were disgracd,
Though mask'd with darknes. By & by they brought
A rabble rout, that sold themselves for nought,
To purchase hell on earth. A Captain came
That spit out oathes; I must not tell his Name.
With clouds of darknes, sable vails, in spleen
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Must look tow'ards home, accus'd by envious night:
All Colours were alike; she seem'd to have
The glory of the world, bound in a grave.
The watch was set, the Court of guard was plac'd,
The spies went forth, bold sinners were disgracd,
Though mask'd with darknes. By & by they brought
A rabble rout, that sold themselves for nought,
To purchase hell on earth. A Captain came
That spit out oathes; I must not tell his Name.
A damme blade, for he will tak't in snuffe;
He's dawbd with silver lace, and clad in buffe.
But pennylesse poore slave! the night before
He had a Crown, but that he met a whore,
That rob'd him of his wits, to trade with sin,
He to the bargain gave his money in.
He was a plunderer, roving up and down;
Just such a one would have betray'd the Towne.
A theif in Office. Ever untill that,
This swash was judg'd to be a beggars brat.
He's dawbd with silver lace, and clad in buffe.
But pennylesse poore slave! the night before
He had a Crown, but that he met a whore,
That rob'd him of his wits, to trade with sin,
He to the bargain gave his money in.
He was a plunderer, roving up and down;
Just such a one would have betray'd the Towne.
A theif in Office. Ever untill that,
This swash was judg'd to be a beggars brat.
But here's a Maior, that can keep his Jade
At hard meat all the year; and drive a trade
Of robbing by a word. This Country Votes
Can justifie: but he will cut their throats
If they complaine. His Colonel's out
And when he went, he car'd his Doxie down,
Untill his shame increast, and coyne was spent;
His Tenants plunder'd, cannot pay his rent.
At Basing, Redding, or at Maidenhead,
He drops his ware, and he is gone to bed
Without his supper; having little ease,
His braines, and cash are morgag'd for disease.
At hard meat all the year; and drive a trade
Of robbing by a word. This Country Votes
Can justifie: but he will cut their throats
If they complaine. His Colonel's out
And when he went, he car'd his Doxie down,
Untill his shame increast, and coyne was spent;
His Tenants plunder'd, cannot pay his rent.
At Basing, Redding, or at Maidenhead,
He drops his ware, and he is gone to bed
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His braines, and cash are morgag'd for disease.
But here's a woman, that is faine to stay
In Town a while, to get her husbands pay:
In Town a while, to get her husbands pay:
Yee dy'd with wounds; and while she stayes in town,
She'l truck with hell, to bear her charges down.
And then she'l leave: ere this she'ad chang'd her ground
Her bawd ha's still a noble in the pound.
She'l truck with hell, to bear her charges down.
And then she'l leave: ere this she'ad chang'd her ground
Her bawd ha's still a noble in the pound.
Sir, her's a Sodomite, a souldier too,
A damned Cab: that used much to wooe
An Incubus, and he will sell mens lives
For pence a peece. He thinks because he thrives
That Hel's his friend. He must commit Incest,
Or else a Rape, or bugger any beast.
He's like the Dutch-man, hell hath made so bold
That ravish't women, having stole their Gold.
He's for the Subjects Liberty, and will
Die a good Protestant. He'l only kill
The Kings ill wishers. Here's his only friend
Has still three wives alive. And 'tis his end
To take another, help him in this case,
For all his wives are distant from this place.
She must have means (for here awhile he'l stay)
To keep him brave, till he can run away.
A damned Cab: that used much to wooe
An Incubus, and he will sell mens lives
For pence a peece. He thinks because he thrives
That Hel's his friend. He must commit Incest,
Or else a Rape, or bugger any beast.
He's like the Dutch-man, hell hath made so bold
That ravish't women, having stole their Gold.
He's for the Subjects Liberty, and will
Die a good Protestant. He'l only kill
The Kings ill wishers. Here's his only friend
Has still three wives alive. And 'tis his end
To take another, help him in this case,
For all his wives are distant from this place.
She must have means (for here awhile he'l stay)
To keep him brave, till he can run away.
What greasie peece is this? this is a spye,
That has been long in service; faine to flie
For Conscience sake. His company was lost
At Edge-hill fight: was ever Captain crost
As he hath been? he was beyond Sea maim'd,
At Hoast-end fiege, but he is here maintaind
For Information. He doth sculk about,
In bawdy Cells, to send down news, no doubt,
He has allowance: and his queans for nought;
As for the running in the Raines he bought.
He's fiery fac't; his company was rais'd
Within his bosome: of ill spirits praysd,
He gives this Motto, (and he kicks at Fate)
Au Segnior, Captiano, grand Souldate.
That has been long in service; faine to flie
For Conscience sake. His company was lost
At Edge-hill fight: was ever Captain crost
As he hath been? he was beyond Sea maim'd,
At Hoast-end fiege, but he is here maintaind
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In bawdy Cells, to send down news, no doubt,
He has allowance: and his queans for nought;
As for the running in the Raines he bought.
He's fiery fac't; his company was rais'd
Within his bosome: of ill spirits praysd,
He gives this Motto, (and he kicks at Fate)
Au Segnior, Captiano, grand Souldate.
A monstrous woman! to the guard we'l send her,
A parboild frow, and of the neuter gender.
Who alwayes waites to snare men in a gin;
And claimes a priviledge to make them sin.
To beg sometimes, and otherwhile complaine,
Then breath out wishes; any thing to gain
A mony'd guest. Oh! now 'tas found a spark,
That's flig indeed, a walking in the dark:
The Jades are all too course: this frap must borrow
A finer tib: they shall be paid to morow.
If Gill comes from the Knight, that did so seek
To gaine her love; she's hir'd for a week.
A parboild frow, and of the neuter gender.
Who alwayes waites to snare men in a gin;
And claimes a priviledge to make them sin.
To beg sometimes, and otherwhile complaine,
Then breath out wishes; any thing to gain
A mony'd guest. Oh! now 'tas found a spark,
That's flig indeed, a walking in the dark:
The Jades are all too course: this frap must borrow
A finer tib: they shall be paid to morow.
If Gill comes from the Knight, that did so seek
To gaine her love; she's hir'd for a week.
Here's a common souldier, who was found
At letchers base, within the Divells ground.
He's drest with rags; nor can he get his pay
To cloth himselfe. He hopes to see the day
When theft shall be in fashion: yet he must
Eate, drink, game, whore; all on the common trust.
At letchers base, within the Divells ground.
He's drest with rags; nor can he get his pay
To cloth himselfe. He hopes to see the day
When theft shall be in fashion: yet he must
Eate, drink, game, whore; all on the common trust.
Who's this, his trull? indeed forsooth I went
Down to the Army; with no ill intent,
Onely to see my friends; and use my trade,
The Marshall us'd me roughly; that he made
Me leave the field; my Love and I to rest,
Did think (in Winter) Garison was best,
To ease each other: is it any sin?
He pimps without, whiles I do work within.
With Cabies we are suffer'd, day and night,
Their plunder and their Wenches, mak'em fight.
Pray Marshall keep 'em safe.
Down to the Army; with no ill intent,
Onely to see my friends; and use my trade,
The Marshall us'd me roughly; that he made
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Did think (in Winter) Garison was best,
To ease each other: is it any sin?
He pimps without, whiles I do work within.
With Cabies we are suffer'd, day and night,
Their plunder and their Wenches, mak'em fight.
Pray Marshall keep 'em safe.
Sir; here's a Reformado, who being drunk,
He reeld about the street; and met a punck,
Who had her waiting Maid; he took'em up,
In Druery lane; together they must sup;
He's charg'd with eighteen pence; and then he felt
Into his fob; but he must pawne his belt
To free his heeles. Did that discharge the score?
His Sword had gone too; but 'twas pawn'd before.
He'd take a lodging; but she scorn'd to swive
Under a Crown, with any man alive.
He reeld about the street; and met a punck,
Who had her waiting Maid; he took'em up,
In Druery lane; together they must sup;
He's charg'd with eighteen pence; and then he felt
Into his fob; but he must pawne his belt
To free his heeles. Did that discharge the score?
His Sword had gone too; but 'twas pawn'd before.
He'd take a lodging; but she scorn'd to swive
Under a Crown, with any man alive.
More night-work yet? Oh, her's a ramping Dame,
Compos'd with basenesse, impudence, and shame:
Pray, who'se your Clerk? thou lying paultry spie!
Do'st dare to prate to such a one as I?
If Courtiers were at home, and all the Peeres,
I should find friends; thou durst not for thy eares
Say half so much: for I took many a crown
Of Courtiers weekly; they being out of Town
My trading's low; but I was one that went
To cry for peace, and thousands, with intent
To force it on; and levell all our Forts,
To let the King come in. But false reports
Make us Malignants. I shall live to see
Our Fortunes rais'd, and you as low as we:
Or higher by the Gallowes. Then wee'l sing,
Hang all the Round-heads: we are for the King.
Here's Impudence indeed!
Compos'd with basenesse, impudence, and shame:
Pray, who'se your Clerk? thou lying paultry spie!
Do'st dare to prate to such a one as I?
If Courtiers were at home, and all the Peeres,
I should find friends; thou durst not for thy eares
Say half so much: for I took many a crown
Of Courtiers weekly; they being out of Town
My trading's low; but I was one that went
To cry for peace, and thousands, with intent
To force it on; and levell all our Forts,
To let the King come in. But false reports
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Our Fortunes rais'd, and you as low as we:
Or higher by the Gallowes. Then wee'l sing,
Hang all the Round-heads: we are for the King.
Here's Impudence indeed!
A man in Office comes, that's very grave,
You would not think that he should prove a Knave,
He has a trick unknown, to raise the rate;
I am jealous on't, I doubt he robs the State.
He's like the Coleman, for he peeles the poore,
And spends the Parish stock to keep a whore.
Doth he convert our seasments into crimes?
I wish there were no reason for these Rimes.
No new-made States-man, nor no proud Priest can be
Close Patron, to this bearded villany.
You would not think that he should prove a Knave,
He has a trick unknown, to raise the rate;
I am jealous on't, I doubt he robs the State.
He's like the Coleman, for he peeles the poore,
And spends the Parish stock to keep a whore.
Doth he convert our seasments into crimes?
I wish there were no reason for these Rimes.
No new-made States-man, nor no proud Priest can be
Close Patron, to this bearded villany.
A Sub-Committee-man? oh! let him passe,
He rides in State; he'le call thee foole and Asse:
He rides in State; he'le call thee foole and Asse:
To question him: I doubt he is not right,
I'm vext to see him cause my purse is light.
I'm vext to see him cause my purse is light.
She second, met a Lady that was wise,
Faire, young, and vertuous too, whose Husband lyes
Fin'd a Delinquent: but if she'd consent
To be his Prostitute, he'd be content
To get the charge remov'd: when summes come in
He'l gain a Vote, make taxes, pay for sin.
Faire, young, and vertuous too, whose Husband lyes
Fin'd a Delinquent: but if she'd consent
To be his Prostitute, he'd be content
To get the charge remov'd: when summes come in
He'l gain a Vote, make taxes, pay for sin.
Another of 'em? he has laid his baits,
To snare his partner, cause he hates deceits,
And will not cheat the State; and therefore he
Shall be sequestr'd: but this treacherie
Is laid to view: seiz'd goods he would purloyne
Prais'd for himself: he'd pocket up the Coyne
For's private use. Oh! how that Province grieves
That must be subject to a pack of theives!
Wise Senators being in their choyse deceiv'd,
Truth's in exile, and rights's by trust bereav'd.
If publike men, for private ends shall cope,
And sue divorce 'twixt Charity and hope,
Let plunder'd men sit still: poore Souldiers cry,
They may confide, untill they starve and dye.
To snare his partner, cause he hates deceits,
And will not cheat the State; and therefore he
Shall be sequestr'd: but this treacherie
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Prais'd for himself: he'd pocket up the Coyne
For's private use. Oh! how that Province grieves
That must be subject to a pack of theives!
Wise Senators being in their choyse deceiv'd,
Truth's in exile, and rights's by trust bereav'd.
If publike men, for private ends shall cope,
And sue divorce 'twixt Charity and hope,
Let plunder'd men sit still: poore Souldiers cry,
They may confide, untill they starve and dye.
Here's Nul the neuter, that could ne're abide.
To draw his Sword: or stick to either side.
But which prevailes is his: and he will be
A man of War, when all the world is free.
To draw his Sword: or stick to either side.
But which prevailes is his: and he will be
A man of War, when all the world is free.
A noted Letchers found, that us'd to seek
Varieties of sinkes; for twice a week
He must have choice; this Incubus is bred
Of Gomurs race, it is the Maiden-head
He aims at most. This vassals worse then mad.
For Killegrue and Mints are not so bad:
A Committee of divills, chus'd him well,
To trade by wholesale for the pit of hell
Varieties of sinkes; for twice a week
He must have choice; this Incubus is bred
Of Gomurs race, it is the Maiden-head
He aims at most. This vassals worse then mad.
For Killegrue and Mints are not so bad:
A Committee of divills, chus'd him well,
To trade by wholesale for the pit of hell
What, three at once? two drunkards were at strife
For this fine Trull, and shee's a married wife,
But leaves her husband. He that has most cash
At any time, may have this nastie trash.
For this fine Trull, and shee's a married wife,
But leaves her husband. He that has most cash
At any time, may have this nastie trash.
Oh here comes one, that will not take a Fee
Of any man, but if they do agree
If he will send a thng to make her fine
She loves her lust, she dos not trade for coyne.
Two Charcole bawds, being burned twice a peece,
Did spread a net, and took a flock of geese,
To pluck their Feathers, they to dresse them strive,
Some stewd, some rosted, some were burn'd alive.
They wink at one another, with a grace;
Thee'l have their houses in an other place,
A place of fame, betwixt them they maintain
A Surgeon private paid with hellish gain.
Of any man, but if they do agree
If he will send a thng to make her fine
She loves her lust, she dos not trade for coyne.
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Did spread a net, and took a flock of geese,
To pluck their Feathers, they to dresse them strive,
Some stewd, some rosted, some were burn'd alive.
They wink at one another, with a grace;
Thee'l have their houses in an other place,
A place of fame, betwixt them they maintain
A Surgeon private paid with hellish gain.
This Frenchman comes to night, to be a guest.
Me been A Sowder, an wood nom been preest,
Me feet for Anlish Croons: an wood non have
Tashentelman go goon, tis boon me crave
Dat me mapos; me none more sick been seen:
Me non Malignant. Me been vor de Queen.
Me been A Sowder, an wood nom been preest,
Me feet for Anlish Croons: an wood non have
Tashentelman go goon, tis boon me crave
Dat me mapos; me none more sick been seen:
Me non Malignant. Me been vor de Queen.
See here you troop of fondlings; you are bent
To please the prince of darknes; his intent
Is to requite you, payments please you well
You'are all of the black Regiment of hell.
You live without a soul, and you do make
Sinfull conceit your leader: you mistake
To fall in love with ruine. Such a sink
“Will venom paper, and 'twill poyson Ink,
Is common reason lost? sence will be heard,
With mournfull groans: that hell will be afeard
To stand before it: you'l with terrour see't,
Sin, shame, and torment shall together meet?
To please the prince of darknes; his intent
Is to requite you, payments please you well
You'are all of the black Regiment of hell.
You live without a soul, and you do make
Sinfull conceit your leader: you mistake
To fall in love with ruine. Such a sink
“Will venom paper, and 'twill poyson Ink,
Is common reason lost? sence will be heard,
With mournfull groans: that hell will be afeard
To stand before it: you'l with terrour see't,
Sin, shame, and torment shall together meet?
Fraught with disdain, yet emptie tubs, you sownd
Your miserie possest; but when you are bound
With Chaines of darknesse, and clost prisoners cast
Into the gronndlesse dungeon, when your last
Vapour shall vanish, who will stand for you?
Heaven will despise you: Hell will claim her due.
Before the Clouds grow black, turn from your sin:
Or els 'twill call eternall darknesse in.
Your miserie possest; but when you are bound
With Chaines of darknesse, and clost prisoners cast
Into the gronndlesse dungeon, when your last
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Heaven will despise you: Hell will claim her due.
Before the Clouds grow black, turn from your sin:
Or els 'twill call eternall darknesse in.
SECT. XXII.
A Monster raisd, that is espi'd
And by a ragged bawd descry'd
And pointed out, the monster pleads
To justifie the Life it leades.
And blames that fowl, and all her geese
That roost with all for pence a peece,
Provoking meates; this must be try'd
When that is to the gallows ty'd.
And by a ragged bawd descry'd
And pointed out, the monster pleads
To justifie the Life it leades.
And blames that fowl, and all her geese
That roost with all for pence a peece,
Provoking meates; this must be try'd
When that is to the gallows ty'd.
Before the Queen of night, had made dispatch
of her resignment, or discharg'd the watch
Of Lanthorn-service, or the blushing maid
Before old Tython had her flags displaid
Or fairer Venus had unmask'd her face,
To tempt the Shepherd from his warmer place.
I to perform my task, did walk the round,
And search't about; at last a thing I found,
Which made me wonder: as it there did stand
'Twould fight with man, or woman hand to hand.
It's face was like a womans, but behind
A seem'd a Divill of the better kind,
It was nor man, nor woman, bird, nor beast
It was bespoke of Hell, to make a Feast.
It was a fearfull Monster: no man may
Without a blush behold it in the day,
of her resignment, or discharg'd the watch
Of Lanthorn-service, or the blushing maid
Before old Tython had her flags displaid
Or fairer Venus had unmask'd her face,
To tempt the Shepherd from his warmer place.
I to perform my task, did walk the round,
And search't about; at last a thing I found,
Which made me wonder: as it there did stand
'Twould fight with man, or woman hand to hand.
It's face was like a womans, but behind
A seem'd a Divill of the better kind,
It was nor man, nor woman, bird, nor beast
It was bespoke of Hell, to make a Feast.
It was a fearfull Monster: no man may
Without a blush behold it in the day,
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I did conclude at last, (I veiw'd it's pitch)
'Twas not a Divell, but the divells witch.
'Twould rob, and steal mens goods, and cut a purse
And help all them that could but swear and curse.
Yet it had learn'd some charity from hell,
For those that would beleive, 'twould raise a spell,
Bring in the mould-bred Divells, call'em men,
And help you to your goods and Purse agen:
But you must call it Mistris; and confesse
'Tis truly Divell fi'd: then 'twill expresse
A Serpents love: 'twill swagger, strut, and roar,
Save that the gender's wrong 'twould turn a whore,
'Twas not a Divell, but the divells witch.
'Twould rob, and steal mens goods, and cut a purse
And help all them that could but swear and curse.
Yet it had learn'd some charity from hell,
For those that would beleive, 'twould raise a spell,
Bring in the mould-bred Divells, call'em men,
And help you to your goods and Purse agen:
But you must call it Mistris; and confesse
'Tis truly Divell fi'd: then 'twill expresse
A Serpents love: 'twill swagger, strut, and roar,
Save that the gender's wrong 'twould turn a whore,
And Pimping is away it doth applaud,
But being old enough 'twill be a Baud.
'Twas fed with dainties (being puft with pride)
And something for a monkie left beside.
But being old enough 'twill be a Baud.
'Twas fed with dainties (being puft with pride)
And something for a monkie left beside.
It overcharg'd mine eyes. I turnd about,
And presently I found a woman out,
Being poor diseas'd, and ragged, and her Crime
Had made her turn a Bawd before her time.
She spi'd that pamper'd Monster, and she ran
To take the prize; she thought t'had bin a man.
And presently I found a woman out,
Being poor diseas'd, and ragged, and her Crime
Had made her turn a Bawd before her time.
She spi'd that pamper'd Monster, and she ran
To take the prize; she thought t'had bin a man.
But finding 'twas a thing that did invade
Her Custome (coming on) to spoyl her trade,
She did disgorge her selfe; and to begin
Thus she accus'd it of a Common sin.
Her Custome (coming on) to spoyl her trade,
She did disgorge her selfe; and to begin
Thus she accus'd it of a Common sin.
What mankind stuft art thou? thou art in rage
To lead the front of Sinners on the Stage.
They say thou wast a man; but since the Devill
Made one part like a Woman, that thy Evill,
To all that see thee may appear: the rest
Is doubled in thy shame to make a beast.
Thou entertainst the Roysters of the age,
And high-way Theeves; each one a hackney page,
Drest like a Man: they domineer and roar;
At such a price thou dost provide a whore
For him that is unfurnish't. But the rate
Is alwayes double when the Thief comes late.
To lead the front of Sinners on the Stage.
They say thou wast a man; but since the Devill
Made one part like a Woman, that thy Evill,
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Is doubled in thy shame to make a beast.
Thou entertainst the Roysters of the age,
And high-way Theeves; each one a hackney page,
Drest like a Man: they domineer and roar;
At such a price thou dost provide a whore
For him that is unfurnish't. But the rate
Is alwayes double when the Thief comes late.
One that with friends, and Husband lives at strife,
A broken Madam, or a Courtiers Wife,
A chamber-maid that's weded to her crime,
Or Gentlewomen, that are past their prime,
Starch't o're with painting, fitting them for vice,
Out of the Wardrop suiting to the price.
A broken Madam, or a Courtiers Wife,
A chamber-maid that's weded to her crime,
Or Gentlewomen, that are past their prime,
Starch't o're with painting, fitting them for vice,
Out of the Wardrop suiting to the price.
If any be in danger for his theft,
Or any whore of whiping, thou art left.
To fetch'em off: for at the Sessions still
Thou brib'st the men, or els keep'st back the bill.
(We know when Sessions is begun by thee)
And for thy service thou dost get a fee.
Thy Ruffians go in Scarlet, or in plush;
Thy Truls in silks: There's not a modest blush
Amongst them all. Thou, thou dost hide their sin
And this the evidence that I give in
Against thy knot, and thee, another day.
Come, slash and Cut, hast any thing to say?
Or any whore of whiping, thou art left.
To fetch'em off: for at the Sessions still
Thou brib'st the men, or els keep'st back the bill.
(We know when Sessions is begun by thee)
And for thy service thou dost get a fee.
Thy Ruffians go in Scarlet, or in plush;
Thy Truls in silks: There's not a modest blush
Amongst them all. Thou, thou dost hide their sin
And this the evidence that I give in
Against thy knot, and thee, another day.
Come, slash and Cut, hast any thing to say?
Thou thred-bare witch! what beggerly and bold!
Am I thy fellow? I can hardly hold
My tallens from thy flesh: should I deprive
My self of proffits? any way to thrive
I mean to use. How should brave hacksters be
Preservd, and furnish't, were it not for me?
No lowe pris'd ware, shall come within my dore;
(She that will truck for sixpence is a whore)
I company with Gallants, Lords, and Knights,
And please their humors, to encrease delights,
I furnish them with Lasses: who dare say
I am a Bawd to deal with such as they?
I fear no Law, nor Prison: now and then
I have bin in; but I came out agen.
The Justices, the Jury, and the clarks
Do know and favour me: the velvet Sparks
Will plead my cause: Or any thing they'l do,
Run, ride, make friends, drop down a peece or two.
To make my cause run smooth: why then should I
Fear or forsake my trade untill I die?
Am I thy fellow? I can hardly hold
My tallens from thy flesh: should I deprive
My self of proffits? any way to thrive
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Preservd, and furnish't, were it not for me?
No lowe pris'd ware, shall come within my dore;
(She that will truck for sixpence is a whore)
I company with Gallants, Lords, and Knights,
And please their humors, to encrease delights,
I furnish them with Lasses: who dare say
I am a Bawd to deal with such as they?
I fear no Law, nor Prison: now and then
I have bin in; but I came out agen.
The Justices, the Jury, and the clarks
Do know and favour me: the velvet Sparks
Will plead my cause: Or any thing they'l do,
Run, ride, make friends, drop down a peece or two.
To make my cause run smooth: why then should I
Fear or forsake my trade untill I die?
I live in pleasure: Cocks, Bears, Bulls and Playes:
Bring fresh delights. What sweet and merry dayes
Have I enjoy'd! Then Doggs, and Monkies be
At other times good Companie for me:
I drink Tobacco, wine, but towards the shot
I break a jest; but never pay a Jott.
Why speak I thus to such a one as thou?
I've justifi'd my self. I'le taxe thee now.
Bring fresh delights. What sweet and merry dayes
Have I enjoy'd! Then Doggs, and Monkies be
At other times good Companie for me:
I drink Tobacco, wine, but towards the shot
I break a jest; but never pay a Jott.
Why speak I thus to such a one as thou?
I've justifi'd my self. I'le taxe thee now.
How dos my spirit boyl, to hear what trade
Thou driv'st for death? how every Common Jade
Is entertain'd by thee? thy seely Geese
Will dable in the durt for pence a peece;
Thy halfe-fac'd frows will put a man to fright;
They beg all day, and play the whore at night.
The'r slic't and dry'd: yet one of them must be
Extreamly modest; hardly woon: for she
Is tyred at the Brokers, she must seek
A penny more: she payes a groat a week.
Thou driv'st for death? how every Common Jade
Is entertain'd by thee? thy seely Geese
Will dable in the durt for pence a peece;
Thy halfe-fac'd frows will put a man to fright;
They beg all day, and play the whore at night.
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Extreamly modest; hardly woon: for she
Is tyred at the Brokers, she must seek
A penny more: she payes a groat a week.
Another's soon perswaded, she will yeild
With words on trust: for in the open field
She keeps a Market: there the vermine play,
Who scapes at night, she takes him in the day.
With words on trust: for in the open field
She keeps a Market: there the vermine play,
Who scapes at night, she takes him in the day.
The third is mark't with reding: she will try
(Tempt, fawn and call upon the passers by
To come to Hell, if she can draw them (so)
She burnes them half alive before they go.
(Tempt, fawn and call upon the passers by
To come to Hell, if she can draw them (so)
She burnes them half alive before they go.
The last lies to be cured of her curse;
She'l deal wi' ye even hand, and spare your purse.
She'l deal wi' ye even hand, and spare your purse.
She hath provoking meanes to'stir up lust,
One must be whip't with rods; another must
Be beaten out of dores, and for his sin
Coole at the gates of Hell; 'tis hot within.
One must be whip't with rods; another must
Be beaten out of dores, and for his sin
Coole at the gates of Hell; 'tis hot within.
Another's made a skullin: he must wash
The dishes, and be knock't: and then the trosh
Must kisse to make amends, untill desire
Is by degrees, converted into fire.
The dishes, and be knock't: and then the trosh
Must kisse to make amends, untill desire
Is by degrees, converted into fire.
The common cheaters when they take a prey
Doe come to thee by turnes: (the more fooles they)
Thou canst not help them in a dang'rous case!
Nor at the Sessions dar'st thou shew thy face.
Who come to thee to night, the next be
Hid in a hole, for feare when thou do'st see
A Gorget, that's for Cis; a handsome Dresse
Must be for Gin; the wastcoate is for Besse,
Being trim'd with stolne goods, their price is rais'd
Thou art maintain'd, and hell and thee both praisd:
Thou art a baud, a theif, an out-worn whore,
If e're I come to Tyburn I'le say more.
Doe come to thee by turnes: (the more fooles they)
Thou canst not help them in a dang'rous case!
Nor at the Sessions dar'st thou shew thy face.
Who come to thee to night, the next be
Hid in a hole, for feare when thou do'st see
A Gorget, that's for Cis; a handsome Dresse
Must be for Gin; the wastcoate is for Besse,
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Thou art maintain'd, and hell and thee both praisd:
Thou art a baud, a theif, an out-worn whore,
If e're I come to Tyburn I'le say more.
I was in hope the morn by this would smile,
But 'tis grown darker then it was ere while;
A tedious night! nor can I once forecast
To ease my Muse, untill the night be past.
Those that do sin in State, do here foretell
That they shall have the hottest room in hell.
For those that live to sin, and sin to live,
Shall find what Motto Death and Hell do give.
They purchase pain and shame with greedie sinning,
Whose life is death, whose end is deaths beginning.
But 'tis grown darker then it was ere while;
A tedious night! nor can I once forecast
To ease my Muse, untill the night be past.
Those that do sin in State, do here foretell
That they shall have the hottest room in hell.
For those that live to sin, and sin to live,
Shall find what Motto Death and Hell do give.
They purchase pain and shame with greedie sinning,
Whose life is death, whose end is deaths beginning.
Sin is at ods, I need not tell you how;
Hell did agree, but 'tis divided now.
She'l never yeeld, till she hath all she had;
When she is chok't, her Tenants will grow mad.
Hell did agree, but 'tis divided now.
She'l never yeeld, till she hath all she had;
When she is chok't, her Tenants will grow mad.
SECT. XXIII.
The Devill with a Priestling meets,
A Souldier comes, the Devill greets;
He rails at first: the feinds unkind;
How he in sorrow speaks his mind.
The Preist is charg'd, of his advise,
How he did tempt the Devill twise.
Pandorssus try'd, how he did wooe,
Casts off one Whore, and takes in two:
The dreadfull fight, the combat past;
Their healths, and triumph at the last.
A Souldier comes, the Devill greets;
He rails at first: the feinds unkind;
How he in sorrow speaks his mind.
The Preist is charg'd, of his advise,
How he did tempt the Devill twise.
Pandorssus try'd, how he did wooe,
Casts off one Whore, and takes in two:
The dreadfull fight, the combat past;
Their healths, and triumph at the last.
Now hell will sound a parle, before tshe'l beat
Up her travail; or seem to make rereat:
She musters all her forces, views their scope,
Draws up the reer: in the forlorne hope
The Prelates Traine was plac'd. She sounds agen
(The Divell hath reserves as well as men)
But light (though distant) scornes to stoop, or see
Her issue joyne with this black Pedigree.
Up her travail; or seem to make rereat:
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Draws up the reer: in the forlorne hope
The Prelates Traine was plac'd. She sounds agen
(The Divell hath reserves as well as men)
But light (though distant) scornes to stoop, or see
Her issue joyne with this black Pedigree.
The Divell met a Priestling, where came in
A bloudy rustick; who had lately bin
A suiter to this feind, that he might take
Mens lives, and plunder freely; who did make
Him promise to that end: but, cause he fails
Souldate growes mad, and at the Divell railes.
A Souldier.
A bloudy rustick; who had lately bin
A suiter to this feind, that he might take
Mens lives, and plunder freely; who did make
Him promise to that end: but, cause he fails
Souldate growes mad, and at the Divell railes.
Have I been servant to thee many years?
And took thy word for all? as it appeares
By my successe: nor did I feare to kill
The innocent, being promp't to what was ill.
Rob, teare, sweare, curse at those that did rebell
A'gainst thy Lawes.
Divell.
Just so do we in Hell.
Souldier.
And so thou'lt serve me too: and for my gaines,
Thou'lt send black death, with torment for my paines.
Is't come to this?
Divell.
I pray thee tell me how
Our Plots should thrive, if we should not allow
False Protestations, with the breach of truce,
To cheat conceit? such subtletie's in use.
Souldier.
Now thou dealst plainly, hadst thou don't at first
I had been happy.
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Now thou art accurst.
We try all means your senses to invade,
Sometimes we'l be gentile; but 'tis our trade
To chayne your reason to the breath of men,
Who are our journey men: and now and then
They send such Chapmen to our darksome cave,
To purchase tombes with life, that loath'd a grave.
They can do more then we, being in request,
Our names are stain'd; what is by us exprest
Is put in use by Deputies. But we
Work privately.
Souldier.
Ah! to what misery
Have I engag'd my self! if Earth and Hell
Combin'd against me, is't in vain to tell
My cause to Heaven?
Divell.
Aske this flattring Priest,
That goes in velvet slippers; give a list
Of all thy rapes, and he perchance may give
An absolution; his conceits do live
With wastefull hopes: being pregnant in his evill,
He thinks in pride, to go beyond the Divell.
All Learning dwells in him: what falls beside
Are but the concrets of his inward pride.
Souldier.
You're comforters alike! thou did'st begin
A bloody Plot; and slily drew'st him in,
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Is but the execution of thy will;
Being of the Horsleech kind, and mettle free
To take thy easie stamp.
Devill.
He tempted me:
For when the stubborn Scot did give abuse,
To his Divinity, that was in use,
Du ni'd the gudly bukes, he rais'd his voyce
In folio sodenly, and then made choise
Of my assistance: when he could not prate
His hunderts out; nor could retaine that State,
He vomits bloud afresh: and then indeed
I got an Office, lov'd to see men bleed
As well as he; and when I went to fight,
I long'd to have the Parson in my sight.
Souldier.
How are poore soules deluded! that are taught
By such to loose themselves! now am I brought
For sale to Death. The trembling Earth doth gape
To let me down; and would commit a rape
Upon my reason too; the shivering aire
Benums my senses, but then, black dispair
Revives my grief again: the sawcie wind,
That's quarterd, with the anguish of mind:
Makes Earth-quakes in my breast; nor can I tell
Of one weeks pay to bear my charge to Hell.
Shame joynes with terrour, to increase my evill:
Oh pitie me!
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Aske mercie from a Devill?
I shall be made thy Gaoler, never look
For pardon any more, now the black book
Is laid before thee.
Souldier.
Reverend Sir come in,
Oh now! or never quell the rage of sin.
Priest.
Shake off thy dumps, and lose not thy renown;
Had not the Service-Book been voted down,
I'de conjure out this Fiend, do thou but fight,
Defend our cause, thou need'st not fear the sight
Of men and Devils, if thou dost forsake
Our blessed way, the devill will thee take:
Well, be advis'd.
Souldier.
Away yee Fiends, away,
You both desire my ruine, you'd destroy
Me, soule and body, thou hast laid a snare
To catch poor souls, of which thou should'st take care:
Thou limb of Antichrist, is this the rest
Thou didst propose? thour't proctor for the beast,
The Devill tels more truth, I doe defie
A seeming friend, a reall enemy.
Goe, changeling, go.
Priest.
Can Ideots understand,
What's best for peace, and freedome of the Land?
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That understand the Hebrew and the Greek,
In ways of truth?
Devill.
Ho,—ho, heer's dainty sport,
Because tha'st been a flattrer at the Court,
Chok't with conceit, thy parts doe raise the rate;
I liv'd in heaven, yet lost my happy state.
Thy fall is comming.
Priest.
I had best be gone,
This Fortune-tellers odds is two to one.
Souldier.
No trust in clods of clay, let men addresse
Themselves towards heaven, for their happinesse.
When this discourse was past the knot dissolv'd.
A crooked piece of filth, that was involv'd
Within a trebble curse, came crawling by,
And after him his trul, who us'd to lie,
To take him captive: many years they had
Been jogging to the Devil, he was mad,
To wed this tub of treasure, kept for store,
Though lovely by contraries, match, t before,
Pandorsus now declines her, he has found
At prison base upon the common ground:
Two Punks new underlaid, and in his view,
Malea the best of them, was vamp't anew:
And Furia had been bottom'd, had not she
Been over dry'd neer Smithfield, but if hee
Can turne old Querpa off, that he may have
Those prettie pugs to drill him to his grave,
Hee'l give a double fine: it is agreed,
That he shall work for death, and hee'l make speed,
Lest hell should be too full, before his lust,
Commits his rotten carcasse to the dust.
A crooked piece of filth, that was involv'd
Within a trebble curse, came crawling by,
And after him his trul, who us'd to lie,
To take him captive: many years they had
Been jogging to the Devil, he was mad,
To wed this tub of treasure, kept for store,
Though lovely by contraries, match, t before,
Pandorsus now declines her, he has found
At prison base upon the common ground:
Two Punks new underlaid, and in his view,
Malea the best of them, was vamp't anew:
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Been over dry'd neer Smithfield, but if hee
Can turne old Querpa off, that he may have
Those prettie pugs to drill him to his grave,
Hee'l give a double fine: it is agreed,
That he shall work for death, and hee'l make speed,
Lest hell should be too full, before his lust,
Commits his rotten carcasse to the dust.
Well, now the wantons meet, and Querpa sees
That Furia had his heart, and Maleas fees,
Were fruits of pleasure, shee advanc'd her tongue,
Would you ingrose my dear? I've had him long,
Above these fifteen years, and I will claime
Priority in trust, it is my ayme,
Still to enjoy my sweet.
Furia.
That Furia had his heart, and Maleas fees,
Were fruits of pleasure, shee advanc'd her tongue,
Would you ingrose my dear? I've had him long,
Above these fifteen years, and I will claime
Priority in trust, it is my ayme,
Still to enjoy my sweet.
What needst thou move?
Malea and I are partners in his love,
He works, and brings us gains, he'ad rather pine
And presse his hart, then we should want for coine,
Querpa.
He works, and brings us gains, he'ad rather pine
And presse his hart, then we should want for coine,
I cannot hold my hands, I'le have thy nose,
And teare thy eyes out, such a pair as those,
Bewitch my joy! these Tyburubirds of prey,
May chatter charmes and doe their work by day:
I vow Ile make you packe.
Malea.
I'le vex her more,
Here are the clothes which yesterday he wore,
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To wait on us in lovely merriment:
What ere he hath is ours, his daughter now
Gets nought from him, but what we doe alow.
Chuck? Chuck is right.
Pandor.
Ha, if you finde me flinch,
Then blame më, no, I scorne to stir an inch
From what I promise: Querpa, you are old,
Tuf, dry, unactive, sence conjealjd with cold:
Go, trudge to feeble Dick: for I have made
My choice anew.
Querpa.
I am no out-worne jade.
Thou Varlet of the tub! I'le make thy name
A common stench, thou excrement of shame!
Chiefe in the roule of rogues, in Bride-well dy'd,
Twice free of Newgate, once to Tyborn ty'd:
Deny my Love? How like an asse he stands,
Come once again into the hangmans hands,
Hee'l choke thy mirth. Impatient of disgrace,
He tore her head-clothes off, shee scratcht his face.
A common stench, thou excrement of shame!
Chiefe in the roule of rogues, in Bride-well dy'd,
Twice free of Newgate, once to Tyborn ty'd:
Deny my Love? How like an asse he stands,
Come once again into the hangmans hands,
Hee'l choke thy mirth. Impatient of disgrace,
He tore her head-clothes off, shee scratcht his face.
But then his chieflings came unto his ayd,
He got the day, poor Querpa now is paid:
For tongue tale scores being fled; the bonny three
Drinke healths in riumph of the victory:
They reingage themselves, his valours known,
Together with his love, they'l have it blown
With th' silver Trump of fame, that all may finde
The rich borne issue of Pandorsus minde.
He got the day, poor Querpa now is paid:
For tongue tale scores being fled; the bonny three
Drinke healths in riumph of the victory:
They reingage themselves, his valours known,
Together with his love, they'l have it blown
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The rich borne issue of Pandorsus minde.
The Devill breaks his covenants with men,
When they are in a straight: and they agen
With one another in a frenzie fit,
He gains his ends, because he has more wit;
When their's are frustrate. When the Hare
To quarter freely where the hungry Hounds
Keep randevouze; or if the Partridge treats
With angry Hawks about her choice of meats,
What will the issue be? these did agree,
That are discover'd here: but now you see
How justice parts 'em: if they do rebell
In change of sins, how will they do in hell,
Where plagues are crown'd? for, there the hungry flames
Are in commission; bodies, souls and names
Must 'bide th' arbitrement: they need not fight,
To make their curse compleat. Day's turn'd to night,
Where horrour, (free from chains) doth gnaw the sore;
Makes hope as blinde, as reason was before:
And greedy sorrow, feeding upon teares,
Gender's despaire, which ruleth over feares
With imbred terrour, born by helplesse grief:
Shame's no abortive: death commands in chief.
When they are in a straight: and they agen
With one another in a frenzie fit,
He gains his ends, because he has more wit;
When their's are frustrate. When the Hare
To quarter freely where the hungry Hounds
Keep randevouze; or if the Partridge treats
With angry Hawks about her choice of meats,
What will the issue be? these did agree,
That are discover'd here: but now you see
How justice parts 'em: if they do rebell
In change of sins, how will they do in hell,
Where plagues are crown'd? for, there the hungry flames
Are in commission; bodies, souls and names
Must 'bide th' arbitrement: they need not fight,
To make their curse compleat. Day's turn'd to night,
Where horrour, (free from chains) doth gnaw the sore;
Makes hope as blinde, as reason was before:
And greedy sorrow, feeding upon teares,
Gender's despaire, which ruleth over feares
With imbred terrour, born by helplesse grief:
Shame's no abortive: death commands in chief.
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SECT. XXIV.
The Serving-man, relate what heHad known of's Masters miserie:
His Coach, Sedan, what Letters fees.
He falls from Satten to his Freeze.
How sin brings death, the purchast strife:
A Villain that betray'd his wife.
Before the vails were drawn, or dimfac'd night
'Pon composition, would resigne her right
To Hespers train, before old Tithons head
Was raysd with glory from his frosty bed,
To shew his hoary locks: nor did the day
Peep through the streaked Tiffany, of gray.
For Chantecleers Commission was not seal'd
To sound a parle; nor any way reveal'd
To bring Aurora, in her silver pride,
To storm the works of darknesse: yet I spy'd
Two silent walkers; one was much affraid;
And I perceiv'd she was a Chamber-maid,
The other was a Serving-man: for hee
I soon discovered by his liverie.
'Pon composition, would resigne her right
To Hespers train, before old Tithons head
Was raysd with glory from his frosty bed,
To shew his hoary locks: nor did the day
Peep through the streaked Tiffany, of gray.
For Chantecleers Commission was not seal'd
To sound a parle; nor any way reveal'd
To bring Aurora, in her silver pride,
To storm the works of darknesse: yet I spy'd
Two silent walkers; one was much affraid;
And I perceiv'd she was a Chamber-maid,
The other was a Serving-man: for hee
I soon discovered by his liverie.
He being stay'd confest he did belong
To one that kept his coach when he was young,
For Hackney ware, and feasted them in Town,
And in the Countrey car'd them up and down,
Who had at every stage, a common Inne,
Where he did put himselfe to sale for sin.
To one that kept his coach when he was young,
For Hackney ware, and feasted them in Town,
And in the Countrey car'd them up and down,
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Where he did put himselfe to sale for sin.
He had sedans, which he did use to send
To fech his Minions private, and did spend
His means upon them: Now he paid his whore,
When cash was low; he sin'd upon the score,
Somtimes he borrowed of a Cavaliere,
That us'd to hire a Strumpet by the year,
Thei'd feel his pockets pulses, ere thei'd joyne,
And have their courses when he had no coine.
To fech his Minions private, and did spend
His means upon them: Now he paid his whore,
When cash was low; he sin'd upon the score,
Somtimes he borrowed of a Cavaliere,
That us'd to hire a Strumpet by the year,
Thei'd feel his pockets pulses, ere thei'd joyne,
And have their courses when he had no coine.
They'd often be at ods, then he would curse
The minutes of expence; his humble purse
Did languish for his riot: she would rail,
Because the suit depending on her ------
Was staid with an injunction: high-courts writs
Put down the Common-pleas, and bring their wits
To bill and answers, if their orders must
Be seeming prohibitions, to their lust,
And stop their commings in, they'l sin the more,
(Both orders and decrees were broke before,)
Subpœna shame, their mischiefs to recruit;
Again, at non-equity they'l try a suit.
The minutes of expence; his humble purse
Did languish for his riot: she would rail,
Because the suit depending on her ------
Was staid with an injunction: high-courts writs
Put down the Common-pleas, and bring their wits
To bill and answers, if their orders must
Be seeming prohibitions, to their lust,
And stop their commings in, they'l sin the more,
(Both orders and decrees were broke before,)
Subpœna shame, their mischiefs to recruit;
Again, at non-equity they'l try a suit.
If any maid was handsome in his eye,
Hee'd lay a snare to trap her, and would try
With gold to win her, such a one as shee
Was made for pleasure not for drudgeree,
Hee'l take a chamber for her, make her fine,
And keep her at his cost, if thou't be mine:
Thou shalt not want; most modest gives content,
Another time shee that's most impudent.
He sends his pimping Letters, I must be
His whiskin, else, we never could agree.
Hee'd lay a snare to trap her, and would try
With gold to win her, such a one as shee
Was made for pleasure not for drudgeree,
Hee'l take a chamber for her, make her fine,
And keep her at his cost, if thou't be mine:
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Another time shee that's most impudent.
He sends his pimping Letters, I must be
His whiskin, else, we never could agree.
Here is a copie to his Mistresse which
Hath spent him much, her fingers ofted ich
To nim his gold, her answer Il'e reherse,
But you may read, for they are both in verse.
Hath spent him much, her fingers ofted ich
To nim his gold, her answer Il'e reherse,
But you may read, for they are both in verse.
His Letter.
To the Mistris of my Affection, at Her Chamber in the Strand, Mistrisse I. G.
Sweet-heart thou art my chiefe delight,
I dream'd I was with thee to night,
Since I have seen thee, time appears
To me as five and forty years:
I cannot eat, nor drink, nor sleepe,
But somtimes sighth, and somtimes weepe.
I'le freely take what e're thou giv'st,
The latter should excell:
I'm thine while thou in credit liv'st,
Poore, or diseased, farewell.
I dream'd I was with thee to night,
Since I have seen thee, time appears
To me as five and forty years:
I cannot eat, nor drink, nor sleepe,
But somtimes sighth, and somtimes weepe.
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The latter should excell:
I'm thine while thou in credit liv'st,
Poore, or diseased, farewell.
Till then thine, for pleasure. I. G.
He's now declining, Sattin, Silke and Plush
Are turn'd to freeze: and yet he will not blush
Though all men jeer him; he to gain his ease
Will take some wholesome drudge, that his disease
May be remov'd to her. A hellish woing!
For he minds nothing but his own undoing.
He runs in debt, but never means to pay:
Had I my wages I would never stay.
His former bawd, because he left her stew
Comes railing to him, there's a quarter due
For retaile dealing, and for common fees;
He's sinking now, and falling by degrees
Down to his purchas'd place; where he will meet
With course salutes: sin sifted from the sweet.
I serv'd another gentleman, whose use
Was to defile himself; all foul abuse.
He judg'd as gentle qualities, and when
The damned haxters met, they were the men
That could excell in vilenesse, drink, swear, roar,
Or take a purse; and he that kept his whore
At greatest rate; they thought these bloody times
Would grant them pattents, patronize their crimes.
If any sought to turn him from the sting,
A rounded knave! a Rebel to the King.
Should not controule him: he did ne're deny
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To keep his curse alive: his soul thus tost,
Till credit, meanes, with man, and all were lost.
Sin took advantage when his bones were dry'd,
Put him a year in hell before he dy'd.
Another once I knew, that did a fact
Which impudence did blush at; such an act
Was never heard of; he would give a fee
To one that should commit Adulterie
With his own wife, and he would have at hand
His Evidence with him, who there would stand
To see it done, that he might freely take
Occasion, that he might his wife forsake.
And turn her off with shame, then he would find
Content in wickednesse: and set his mind
To pimp for Venus, as I came along
I heard a noise, but still a womans tongue.
Did carr' the sound away: she's one mans friend,
And deals with none but him: yet in the end
She'd trade with them by turns. Jack payes his shilling,
But that he's out of Town, she'd not be willing.
This peece was over-hat they fell to words,
And then to blowes; had not their state-bought swords
Bin bound unto the peace, they had not left
Untill their pates, or else some post had cleft,
Their cloaks were put in prison for this crime,
Their cause adjourn'd untill a purging time.
Is thy relation true, yes.
Can pity here take place? then summon fear,
That any men that are but inmates here
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Contempt from sinfull sweets, a thousand stings
Wait on the sinners joy, and when they must
Be kept close prisoners in the surly dust,
They'l meet their rising fresh when they shall run
To Mille Malis, which were here begun.
Like to the fouls of prey, that soar aloft,
Whose stomacks bribe their eys: and seizing oft
Upon the harmlesse birds, at last the Net
Doth take them prisoners, where they dye in debt:
Th'are pol'd like traytors, shame out-lives their gains
Who for example hang abroad in chains.
So, these despised Vultures soaring high,
Their pleasures are unwing'd, they fall and die
In debt to all the world, then who can tell
Their misery, but those that come from hell?
Fond dreams where Serpents are imbrac't for friends,
Contracting torments when the fable ends.
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