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. XXVI. The Second part of The Nights Search |  |
SECT. XXVI.
What the ames declined by my museWhat night-born subjects she doth use:
The Authors Charge; by whom 'twas pen'd,
His answer to't, and there's an end.
My muse, scarce treats with any one that fights.
For Princely crimes, nor of the new-made Knights
Nor where their lands do lye, that should maintain
Their worships titles, or what number slain,
To feed conceit; nor where they sell, or when:
Nor those ignoble ones that came agen,
When riding paund their trust, nor of the curst
Humors of such, whom bloud must quench their thirst.
For Princely crimes, nor of the new-made Knights
Nor where their lands do lye, that should maintain
Their worships titles, or what number slain,
To feed conceit; nor where they sell, or when:
Nor those ignoble ones that came agen,
When riding paund their trust, nor of the curst
Humors of such, whom bloud must quench their thirst.
Not how our brave Commanders in the West,
Have gain'd eternall fame; how they are blest
From heaven with successe: but if I may
Make truce with time, I'le view their acts by day:
Nor hath she ransack't in the Cavies den;
Nor touch't the Excize, nor Grand Committee men,
Nor of those flattering rimes, that can declare
A coward valiant, knaves beyond compare,
Nor of the false imprisoning of the just,
Nor what in traytors hands are left in trust,
Nor of the torments which the Laws indure,
How those make wounds, that should apply the cure.
Have gain'd eternall fame; how they are blest
From heaven with successe: but if I may
Make truce with time, I'le view their acts by day:
Nor hath she ransack't in the Cavies den;
Nor touch't the Excize, nor Grand Committee men,
Nor of those flattering rimes, that can declare
A coward valiant, knaves beyond compare,
Nor of the false imprisoning of the just,
Nor what in traytors hands are left in trust,
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How those make wounds, that should apply the cure.
But chides with begger buff, and charms the pride
Of Major plund'rer; all that do divide
The spoils of mem, bawds, panders, whores, and pimps,
Thieves, Witches, sherks, the Devil and his Imps:
Gulls, letchers, jaylors, beadles, bribing Clerks,
Buffoons, base upstarts, drunkards, swagg'ring sparks,
That parle with lust, and for the Devill fight,
Make articles with hell, all found last night,
Now laid in view: the fowls were hard to find,
More hard to take; yet bats, you know, are blind.
Of Major plund'rer; all that do divide
The spoils of mem, bawds, panders, whores, and pimps,
Thieves, Witches, sherks, the Devil and his Imps:
Gulls, letchers, jaylors, beadles, bribing Clerks,
Buffoons, base upstarts, drunkards, swagg'ring sparks,
That parle with lust, and for the Devill fight,
Make articles with hell, all found last night,
Now laid in view: the fowls were hard to find,
More hard to take; yet bats, you know, are blind.
But, here's a swash, drain'd from this dropsie age,
Who keeps his punk, attyred like a Page.
His second [rich] was husband to a Whore;
He's but her cosin now, 'cause he's grown poore:
A Bridewell strumpet [salt] being mov'd with ire,
Tom ran away with all her whorish hire,
Coms with them, railing, in whose hands I spie
My charge drawn up, to which I must reply,
Partly ingrost by them; the rest doth speak
From better minds, though ignorant and weak.
Who keeps his punk, attyred like a Page.
His second [rich] was husband to a Whore;
He's but her cosin now, 'cause he's grown poore:
A Bridewell strumpet [salt] being mov'd with ire,
Tom ran away with all her whorish hire,
Coms with them, railing, in whose hands I spie
My charge drawn up, to which I must reply,
Partly ingrost by them; the rest doth speak
From better minds, though ignorant and weak.
What! malice sold in print? revenge is set
To seize delight, to make us die in debt.
Our sweet's o're-charg'd with envy: if we die,
We'll wage the bill, and never will comply.
Yet he may do us favour, to renew
And teach our art, which many never knew.
To seize delight, to make us die in debt.
Our sweet's o're-charg'd with envy: if we die,
We'll wage the bill, and never will comply.
Yet he may do us favour, to renew
And teach our art, which many never knew.
His practice taught his art, for which he gives
To charge from sense, so Clavill peacht the thieves.
He hath been bit, which makes his courage cool,
Boyes payes for wit, when they are whipt at school
Can he court truth, doth heaven judge stewes fit
To teach men reason, modesty and wit?
To charge from sense, so Clavill peacht the thieves.
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Boyes payes for wit, when they are whipt at school
Can he court truth, doth heaven judge stewes fit
To teach men reason, modesty and wit?
The Answer.
Had it been malice, enmity or hate
That mov'd my pen, I had not searcht so late,
To chide your sin, your misery uncloath,
'Tis not your persons, but your wayes I loath.
But wave it if you can, your plagues renew,
'Twas more for love of others, then for you
That urg'd this night, let vices warning have,
'Fore death doth summon you unto the grave.
If any from contraries do amisse,
To feed his lust, and take a ground from this,
Hell will but grasp him sooner: this no gin
To snare tame fools, it is to scourge their sin.
That mov'd my pen, I had not searcht so late,
To chide your sin, your misery uncloath,
'Tis not your persons, but your wayes I loath.
But wave it if you can, your plagues renew,
'Twas more for love of others, then for you
That urg'd this night, let vices warning have,
'Fore death doth summon you unto the grave.
If any from contraries do amisse,
To feed his lust, and take a ground from this,
Hell will but grasp him sooner: this no gin
To snare tame fools, it is to scourge their sin.
A wise man doth a strumpets wiles descry,
Allurements promises, and her bed whereby
Poor simpleton is caught, then he doth tell
Her chambers lead to death, her staires to hell:
This is my aim: th' Assembly of Divines,
With toleration cannot charge my lines;
To see a drunkard reel, or court a whore,
Wise men will prize sobriety the more;
And Ideots shun the shame, when 'tis uncloath'd,
Vice must be known before it can be loath'd.
Allurements promises, and her bed whereby
Poor simpleton is caught, then he doth tell
Her chambers lead to death, her staires to hell:
This is my aim: th' Assembly of Divines,
With toleration cannot charge my lines;
To see a drunkard reel, or court a whore,
Wise men will prize sobriety the more;
And Ideots shun the shame, when 'tis uncloath'd,
Vice must be known before it can be loath'd.
There's no Physitian swallows poyson'd pills
To help his art, he knows before what kills.
If Preachers opening sins, (to break the frame)
Did practise what they know, they'd preach their shame
The guiltlesse man, is wise who better can?
Describe the drunkard then a sober man?
To help his art, he knows before what kills.
If Preachers opening sins, (to break the frame)
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The guiltlesse man, is wise who better can?
Describe the drunkard then a sober man?
The thief's convicted by the Judge that's free,
Who never knew the crime so well as he.
To speak of what they gave consent unto,
Or saw at large, is that which fools may do.
Who never knew the crime so well as he.
To speak of what they gave consent unto,
Or saw at large, is that which fools may do.
These things you'l say are true, pray tell me how
You prove them so, yet could not see while now?
Experience taught you, bring me one that's bit
Almost to death, and now recover'd wit,
I'd have his counsell in't; but few there be
That purchase wit by sin, but misery.
You prove them so, yet could not see while now?
Experience taught you, bring me one that's bit
Almost to death, and now recover'd wit,
I'd have his counsell in't; but few there be
That purchase wit by sin, but misery.
Envy will quit me, she's of this belief
I ne're was drunkard, begger, sherk, nor thief,
Though they are here displac'd, nor shall the rest
Be charg'd upon me, 'tis your shame exprest.
Some part is meerly fanci'd; some takes sence
From observation and Intelligence;
Which I have drest in colours, that it may
Stop you from hell, or vex you in the way.
Defence to those whom heaven and earth despise,
Is more then needs, truth will content the wise.
I ne're was drunkard, begger, sherk, nor thief,
Though they are here displac'd, nor shall the rest
Be charg'd upon me, 'tis your shame exprest.
Some part is meerly fanci'd; some takes sence
From observation and Intelligence;
Which I have drest in colours, that it may
Stop you from hell, or vex you in the way.
Defence to those whom heaven and earth despise,
Is more then needs, truth will content the wise.
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