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. 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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