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A Nights Search

Discovering the Nature and Condition of Night-Walkers with their associats. Digested into a Poem by Hum. Mill
Mill, Humphrey

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To his much respected brother, Master Humphry Mill, upon his Poëm called A Nights Search.
  
To my adopted sonne Mr Humphry Mill, touching his Nights Search.
  
To his kinde friend, Master Humphry Mill, upon his speciall lines of Poetry, called A Nights Search.
  
To his loving friend, the Author of this Nights Search.
  
To his kinde friend Master Humphry Mill.
  
Upon the Book, and Authour of the Nights Search.
  
On the variety of pleasing fancies in the Poëm, the Night Search, written by his friend Mr. Humphry Mill.
  
To the Ingenious Author, Master Humphry Mill, on his booke called A Nights Search.
  
To his worthy friend the Author of the Nights Search.
  
To his judicious friend, Master Humphry Mill, on his Evening Poems.
  
To his friend, Humphry Mill, upon his ensuing Poems.
  
To his very good friend, Mr. Humphry Mill, on his Poem called the Nights Search.
  
To the well-deserving, Master Humphry Mill, upon his Poems called A Nights Search.
  
To his friend, Mr. Humphry Mill, upon his rich conceits in his Poems called A Nights Search.
  
Vpon the deserving Author, Master Humphry Mill, and his Nights Search.
  
To Master Mill, on his Nights Search.
  
To the Authour, Mr. Humphry Mill, on his worthy work, called A Nights Search.
  
Ad amicum suum candidum, M. Humphredum Mill, de Poëmate faceto, cui Titulus A Nights Search.
  
To his good friend the Author of the Nights Search.
  
To his respected friend, Master Mill, on his ensuing Poems.
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To his worthy friend, the Author of the Nights Search.
  
To the Author on his exact description of the Night-walkers of our time.

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A fruitlesse dehortation of a friend, to one that was undone by a whore.

A carelesse gallant, having quite undone
Himselfe, his wife, and morgag'd from his sonne
His house, and lands, did meet upon a day
A faithfull friend, who thus to him did say,
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You keep a whore, unto your great disgrace,
Who hath or will undo you, and your race
Have cause to curse you: leave these whores who have
For all your cost, provided you a grave.
(You call her sister) can a whore love any,
But for their gold? and so she may love many.
Leave her betime, or in the Dooms-day book
You'l finde your name of all the world forsook.
This speaking for the present seem'd to change
His minde clean from this whore; 'tis very strange:
He needs must see her face, and heare her tongue,
Then he repents he staid from her so long.
He makes a new agreement with this whore,
And is engaged stronger than before.
To please her mind, with fury he will stammer,
Raile at his friend that would diswade him from her.
The evill spirit takes on him more hold;
Nor will he trust him, though he's weake and old.
Oh! pitty him that for a vaine delight,
Hazards his soule to everlasting night!
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