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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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.
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