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. IV.
A Lord, his traine, the beastly slaves,
The midwifes faults, the catchfull knaves,
One bed-rid lyes, that lost his whore,
The house of sin, made fit for more,
A convert found, his fonder elfe
Doth read his lines, and hang her selfe.
Of Iustice Had-bin once, the nurse,
The spotted dame, Fogs empty purse.
The midwifes faults, the catchfull knaves,
One bed-rid lyes, that lost his whore,
The house of sin, made fit for more,
A convert found, his fonder elfe
Doth read his lines, and hang her selfe.
Of Iustice Had-bin once, the nurse,
The spotted dame, Fogs empty purse.
The vapours that were summond by the sun
Into the aire, before the night begun,
Within the cloudie mantles, swell, till they
Break prison in the darke, and force a way
To vent their watry humours, to disgrace
The swarme that buz about, whose blacker face
Exceeds black night her selfe; now forc'd with fears
To turne to drops, and then dissolve to tears:
(Not flatter'd into pearles) they fall downe right,
Which do lament the whoredome of the night.
My babes got refuge, where they had releefe,
I sought for ease, which did encrease my griefe:
For, in a troubled slumber, I did find
Strange fearfull visions brought unto my mind,
All tragicall, which did my senses take;
Me thought I saw, as though I had been awake,
A Lord (so call'd) his Traine with worsted Lace
Dawb'd verie thick; his Pimp found out a place
To buy another hell, he's guarded in,
(He having took possession of his sin)
His Honour is no Knave, his queane no whore.
He being a Lord, she's but his Paramour:
His Lord ships bare of coyne, but those may have
Protection gratis that bespeak his grave:
With cap and knee, my Lord, at ev'rie word;
His Pander's his Buffoone, which can afford
To break a jest, to make his Lordship merrie;
He's like to those whom trust did make so wearie,
Till they deceiv'd it. Shortly he'l take pet,
Because he cannot run no more in debt,
For cloth, for lace, for beavours, and for silk,
For capons, herbs, for butchers meat and milk,
And other things: my Lord will saile away,
Must Pesants haunt him? let'em seek their pay.
Into the aire, before the night begun,
Within the cloudie mantles, swell, till they
Break prison in the darke, and force a way
To vent their watry humours, to disgrace
The swarme that buz about, whose blacker face
Exceeds black night her selfe; now forc'd with fears
To turne to drops, and then dissolve to tears:
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Which do lament the whoredome of the night.
My babes got refuge, where they had releefe,
I sought for ease, which did encrease my griefe:
For, in a troubled slumber, I did find
Strange fearfull visions brought unto my mind,
All tragicall, which did my senses take;
Me thought I saw, as though I had been awake,
A Lord (so call'd) his Traine with worsted Lace
Dawb'd verie thick; his Pimp found out a place
To buy another hell, he's guarded in,
(He having took possession of his sin)
His Honour is no Knave, his queane no whore.
He being a Lord, she's but his Paramour:
His Lord ships bare of coyne, but those may have
Protection gratis that bespeak his grave:
With cap and knee, my Lord, at ev'rie word;
His Pander's his Buffoone, which can afford
To break a jest, to make his Lordship merrie;
He's like to those whom trust did make so wearie,
Till they deceiv'd it. Shortly he'l take pet,
Because he cannot run no more in debt,
For cloth, for lace, for beavours, and for silk,
For capons, herbs, for butchers meat and milk,
And other things: my Lord will saile away,
Must Pesants haunt him? let'em seek their pay.
A Midwife, and a Keeper, that did use
To keep all close, belonging to the stewes,
Which had their fees, and would convey the fact
Into a sink, or els translate the Act.
To keep all close, belonging to the stewes,
Which had their fees, and would convey the fact
Into a sink, or els translate the Act.
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Then came a Farmer with his Bearish Cubs,
Made such a smell and ratling with his tubs,
That night was much in feare; such noyse they made,
Their language was much fowler than their trade:
With postures suting, this polluted trash,
By filthinesse, do here escape the lash.
Made such a smell and ratling with his tubs,
That night was much in feare; such noyse they made,
Their language was much fowler than their trade:
With postures suting, this polluted trash,
By filthinesse, do here escape the lash.
What, Bailiffs walk by night? your Guard is strong:
Do no man right, I pray, but all men wrong
With whom you deale: Come, make the Plaintiffe pay
For waiting times; the night exceeds the day.
If the Defendant come within your power,
Pray, make him pay an Angell for an hower.
Or you'll degenerate: how's truth abus'd!
Such roguing Catch-polls should be ever us'd.
Do no man right, I pray, but all men wrong
With whom you deale: Come, make the Plaintiffe pay
For waiting times; the night exceeds the day.
If the Defendant come within your power,
Pray, make him pay an Angell for an hower.
Or you'll degenerate: how's truth abus'd!
Such roguing Catch-polls should be ever us'd.
A weakling taken with a harlots voyce,
And fawning looks, neglects his former choyce,
To cleave to her, who with her venom'd breath,
Divides his heart alive: but at her death
This Sot falls sick, his senses do decay,
And now his filth breaks out another way:
For he lyes bed-rid, vext, and he doth rave,
All his delights are buried in the grave.
And fawning looks, neglects his former choyce,
To cleave to her, who with her venom'd breath,
Divides his heart alive: but at her death
This Sot falls sick, his senses do decay,
And now his filth breaks out another way:
For he lyes bed-rid, vext, and he doth rave,
All his delights are buried in the grave.
With that, me thought, I saw, and heard a Bawd,
The situation, and her house applaud,
Which stands entire; a fob made under ground,
To hide her Cattell, where a catch turnes round,
To let'em in and out: a slie back doore,
Where any bashfull knave, or modest whore,
May come and go unseen; besides, the leads,
Where they may hide, if they should search the beds.
Iron boks to ev'rie door, and the staires made
So cunningly, that I can drive my trade
Vnknowne to all: with wanton pictures trim'd
My rooms are all, some painted, and some limb'd.
Like to the paler vermine, whose renowne
Is to creep up, and nest upon the Crowne,
The height of their ambition can no higher,
They with such bawdes must downe into the fire.
The situation, and her house applaud,
Which stands entire; a fob made under ground,
To hide her Cattell, where a catch turnes round,
To let'em in and out: a slie back doore,
Where any bashfull knave, or modest whore,
May come and go unseen; besides, the leads,
Where they may hide, if they should search the beds.
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So cunningly, that I can drive my trade
Vnknowne to all: with wanton pictures trim'd
My rooms are all, some painted, and some limb'd.
Like to the paler vermine, whose renowne
Is to creep up, and nest upon the Crowne,
The height of their ambition can no higher,
They with such bawdes must downe into the fire.
A man whose passion had engag'd his heart
To one whose lust had ty'd to act her part,
With him: being lawlesse she her time will spend,
With what's most precious, so to have her end.
To one whose lust had ty'd to act her part,
With him: being lawlesse she her time will spend,
With what's most precious, so to have her end.
But he began to have an inward eye,
And having drawne the streames of pleasures dry,
The gravell fills his mouth. Thus he complains
Vnto himselfe, I must expect the pains
Which follow sinfull sweets; which are at strife
To seale disgrace upon, then take my life.
And having drawne the streames of pleasures dry,
The gravell fills his mouth. Thus he complains
Vnto himselfe, I must expect the pains
Which follow sinfull sweets; which are at strife
To seale disgrace upon, then take my life.
Lust steales the name of love: I must abide
Reproach among my friends, on ev'ry fide
My sores break out, my childrens cries breed griefe;
My 'state's consum'd, I cannot give relief
To serve their wants. Diseases which I have,
Will car' my carkase piece-meale to the grave.
Reproach among my friends, on ev'ry fide
My sores break out, my childrens cries breed griefe;
My 'state's consum'd, I cannot give relief
To serve their wants. Diseases which I have,
Will car' my carkase piece-meale to the grave.
What helps to make me wearie of my life,
The constant barking of a froward wife,
Who us'd to vex me, where she did me find,
And spread my fame, yet could not change my mind.
The constant barking of a froward wife,
Who us'd to vex me, where she did me find,
And spread my fame, yet could not change my mind.
But most of all, my soule a bleeding lies,
Fearing to be releas'd; from him it flyes
That must give help (if any comes at all)
Or to the burning deep I downe must fall;
VVhere hypocrites must dwell, who are misled,
That seek for living fruits among the dead.
She muses, hee so long from her did stay,
And sends these lines to hasten him away.
Fearing to be releas'd; from him it flyes
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Or to the burning deep I downe must fall;
VVhere hypocrites must dwell, who are misled,
That seek for living fruits among the dead.
She muses, hee so long from her did stay,
And sends these lines to hasten him away.
My love, I long to see thy face,
Oh! come to me! I will imbrace
Thy sweet bosome; let not me
For want of thy sweet company
Lye dipt in teares, is love growne cold?
Or have those six dayes made thee old?
Or has thy peevish brawling wife
Made thee refrain so sweet a life?
Be not dismaid! when fortune brings
Me gold, with other gallant things,
'Tis all thine owne, to come make hast,
And then the winter will be past.
With all conditions, I can fit
To humour thee, and heare thy wit:
Thy absence makes my heart opprest
Which lives in thine, and so I rest,
Oh! come to me! I will imbrace
Thy sweet bosome; let not me
For want of thy sweet company
Lye dipt in teares, is love growne cold?
Or have those six dayes made thee old?
Or has thy peevish brawling wife
Made thee refrain so sweet a life?
Be not dismaid! when fortune brings
Me gold, with other gallant things,
'Tis all thine owne, to come make hast,
And then the winter will be past.
With all conditions, I can fit
To humour thee, and heare thy wit:
Thy absence makes my heart opprest
Which lives in thine, and so I rest,
Thy friend or not for this world, H. E.
From my lodging in Lukeners-lane.
His Answer.
Though I was foolish, mad, and vain,
To sell away my heart,
To buy a never-dying staine
And cheapen lasting smart;
To sell away my heart,
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And cheapen lasting smart;
By thy temptations, I was drawne
To fall in love with sin,
To lay my soule, my life to pawne
To fetch new torments in.
To fall in love with sin,
To lay my soule, my life to pawne
To fetch new torments in.
I now renounce my former deeds,
And what I lov'd before
I hate it; bitter griefe exceeds;
Teares wash them off the score.
And what I lov'd before
I hate it; bitter griefe exceeds;
Teares wash them off the score.
Vaine is thy suit, repent and turne,
Thy former waies amend,
Least wrath in thee doth ever burne,
Where cursed pleasures end:
Thy former waies amend,
Least wrath in thee doth ever burne,
Where cursed pleasures end:
Thine once, but now his owne. From Princes street.
Like to an Oxe, when she these lines had read,
Which having felt the axe upon his head,
Staggers a while, and gaines a little stay;
Then tugs the roap, but cannot 'scape away.
Or like the swine whose throat receives the knife,
He runs about to loose his wearied life:
She fumes with rage, and stares about for death,
The knife's mislaid, she cannot get out breath;
Without some warning: then a rope she got,
And tide it to a beame, made fast the knot
And stretcht her neck: so thus she ends her life,
And changes mortall, for immortall strife.
Which having felt the axe upon his head,
Staggers a while, and gaines a little stay;
Then tugs the roap, but cannot 'scape away.
Or like the swine whose throat receives the knife,
He runs about to loose his wearied life:
She fumes with rage, and stares about for death,
The knife's mislaid, she cannot get out breath;
Without some warning: then a rope she got,
And tide it to a beame, made fast the knot
And stretcht her neck: so thus she ends her life,
And changes mortall, for immortall strife.
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Her Epitaph as she hangs.
This lump of clay, the heavens do disdaine,O're-matcht by hell, dy'd over-charg'd with sinne:
Hangs in the aire whereas the Devills raigne,
Earth brought her out, which scornes to take her in.
Her soule's confin'd, within those blacke precincts,
Which will not take her carkase, 'cause she stinks.
Sir Justice Had-been, prompting whores and theeves,
Turn'd to the slime of shame: whom he releeves
Must weare the badge of hell. A poor mans grief
Being forc'd to lodge a punck, and keep a thief,
At his command for nought: broke out so fast,
That shame did blush to hear't, till at the last
He told him, had he brought a---in hand
He had been eas'd, for justice cannot stand
With bare complaints. This tribe was lately shent,
And routed too, pray thank the Parliament.
Turn'd to the slime of shame: whom he releeves
Must weare the badge of hell. A poor mans grief
Being forc'd to lodge a punck, and keep a thief,
At his command for nought: broke out so fast,
That shame did blush to hear't, till at the last
He told him, had he brought a---in hand
He had been eas'd, for justice cannot stand
With bare complaints. This tribe was lately shent,
And routed too, pray thank the Parliament.
Shame steeld with impudence! one brings his nurse
That's gag'd for hell, to twist a double curse,
And challenge vengeance: 'cause his wife lyes in,
They'll have a chamber writ to charge their sin.
That's gag'd for hell, to twist a double curse,
And challenge vengeance: 'cause his wife lyes in,
They'll have a chamber writ to charge their sin.
A spotted fondling which begins to swagger,
'Cause she's indicted: here the codpiece-dagger,
Receives it name, Fog, with a fierie face,
As free from coyne, as he is bare of grace;
(Yet stockt with knaverie) would adjourne this curse,
His words are bribes, because his emptie purse
Stands out-law'd, for the fact he did last night,
Though he appears, that durst not come in sight.
'Cause she's indicted: here the codpiece-dagger,
Receives it name, Fog, with a fierie face,
As free from coyne, as he is bare of grace;
(Yet stockt with knaverie) would adjourne this curse,
His words are bribes, because his emptie purse
Stands out-law'd, for the fact he did last night,
Though he appears, that durst not come in sight.
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Some are not ripe enough for death to pluck,
Nor is their measure full; some others suck
The poyson with their sins, untill they burst:
All turning not are at the last accurst.
Like Toads, or Traytours, being Male-contents,
“That from faire day-light hide their foule intents,
But spets 'em in the night. Here they do mind
Their owne undoing, in another kind.
Nor is their measure full; some others suck
The poyson with their sins, untill they burst:
All turning not are at the last accurst.
Like Toads, or Traytours, being Male-contents,
“That from faire day-light hide their foule intents,
But spets 'em in the night. Here they do mind
Their owne undoing, in another kind.
The Panther drawes men with his pleasing sent
Into, or neare his den; when his intent
Is to devoure'em. So the Devill drawes
The sinners in, where with his sharper clawes
He teares their flesh. Poore creature, that exceeds
The second Devill in his cursed deeds!
Who freely loves the sins, but hates the shames
That follow close, nor will he owne those names.
Into, or neare his den; when his intent
Is to devoure'em. So the Devill drawes
The sinners in, where with his sharper clawes
He teares their flesh. Poore creature, that exceeds
The second Devill in his cursed deeds!
Who freely loves the sins, but hates the shames
That follow close, nor will he owne those names.
The Devill lives a Batchelour, but he
Is free from acting of adulterie,
As from foule language; he was never drunk,
Nor did he ere lye bed-rid for a Punk.
Hee'll nere begin, nor pledge thy Masters health,
Hee'd rather give, than steale a way mens wealth:
Whom he arrests, they do not take it well;
Yet ere hee'll hang himselfe, hee'll hang in hell:
His sins are spirituall; to act such ill,
He has nor flesh, nor bones; he wants no will.
Is free from acting of adulterie,
As from foule language; he was never drunk,
Nor did he ere lye bed-rid for a Punk.
Hee'll nere begin, nor pledge thy Masters health,
Hee'd rather give, than steale a way mens wealth:
Whom he arrests, they do not take it well;
Yet ere hee'll hang himselfe, hee'll hang in hell:
His sins are spirituall; to act such ill,
He has nor flesh, nor bones; he wants no will.
Where wolves do prey upon the silly sheep,
The Shepherd is unweapon'd, or asleep.
When you neglect your soules, then lust destroyes,
And ruines me on in a thousand wayes:
Those that do whip out time, in the event
Will crosses find, where they expect content.
He that above doth place his love aright,
Shall find true joy, in stead of base delight.
The greatest torment here lyes in the brest
Of him that in his humours seeks for rest,
With restlesse motion. After death he must
Meet flaming hot, the second part of lust.
The Shepherd is unweapon'd, or asleep.
When you neglect your soules, then lust destroyes,
And ruines me on in a thousand wayes:
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Will crosses find, where they expect content.
He that above doth place his love aright,
Shall find true joy, in stead of base delight.
The greatest torment here lyes in the brest
Of him that in his humours seeks for rest,
With restlesse motion. After death he must
Meet flaming hot, the second part of lust.
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