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. IX.
A Courtiers vilenesse is bewrai'd,
His shirt exchang'd, a smock displai'd
With Armes upon't. Another time
A basket-wench renues his crime.
The grated Vermine. Rebels land
Shall buy no sinne at second hand
The drunken dust, how shame breaks in.
A wooden legge prevents a sin:
The guilty Priests, a Drab denyes
Her husbands names: the Judge then spyes
A glorious sight. The young mans greife
The olds mans shame must have releife.
His shirt exchang'd, a smock displai'd
With Armes upon't. Another time
A basket-wench renues his crime.
The grated Vermine. Rebels land
Shall buy no sinne at second hand
The drunken dust, how shame breaks in.
A wooden legge prevents a sin:
The guilty Priests, a Drab denyes
Her husbands names: the Judge then spyes
A glorious sight. The young mans greife
The olds mans shame must have releife.
The Ayre as now enlighten'd with a gleame;
Night winkes at all: or being in a dreame:
A gentle caline glides in: she's over-prest;
Or having tooke a surfet at the feast,
Quicke eyes tooke license to behold the crimes,
That are in fashion, with the charge of times.
Darke Closets rifled, bearded Comets seene,
Backebite Dame Venus; flatter with the Queene.
Yet breaking truce with finners, they devide
Their shame by equall portions. Then I spi'de
Night winkes at all: or being in a dreame:
A gentle caline glides in: she's over-prest;
Or having tooke a surfet at the feast,
Quicke eyes tooke license to behold the crimes,
That are in fashion, with the charge of times.
Darke Closets rifled, bearded Comets seene,
Backebite Dame Venus; flatter with the Queene.
Yet breaking truce with finners, they devide
Their shame by equall portions. Then I spi'de
A Squire of Phitos Court, to recruite his sin,
A sacke of female kitchin-stuffe tooke in
To greaze his way to hell: and his intents
With imprecations, oaths, and compleents.
Were varnishd thus—Dam-me I've a minde
To court thy louzie carkase: be but kinde,
Let me imbrace thy corps: it is my will
To search thy closet: doe not take it ill:
A sacke of female kitchin-stuffe tooke in
To greaze his way to hell: and his intents
With imprecations, oaths, and compleents.
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To court thy louzie carkase: be but kinde,
Let me imbrace thy corps: it is my will
To search thy closet: doe not take it ill:
Be not so coy—confound me thou art strange?
Sir, did not your Grandfather build the exchange.
You are a worthy Gentleman: but I
Am far unfit for your sweete company;
Being old, and dirty, and my dressing tore
My smock is nasty, ragged, course and poore.
Hang't thou shalt have my shirt, thy smock I'le make
Gentile in love: I'le weare it for thy sake.
Sir, did not your Grandfather build the exchange.
You are a worthy Gentleman: but I
Am far unfit for your sweete company;
Being old, and dirty, and my dressing tore
My smock is nasty, ragged, course and poore.
Hang't thou shalt have my shirt, thy smock I'le make
Gentile in love: I'le weare it for thy sake.
They are gone to bed: but how the bold fac'd night
Did turne, their baud, I'm silent; when the light
Had out-fac'd darknesse, she had quit the bed:
The Squire gropt, but kissing Shiffe was fled.
He rose in rage, inquir'd, searcht about,
His shirt did wipe her heeles when she went out.
Did turne, their baud, I'm silent; when the light
Had out-fac'd darknesse, she had quit the bed:
The Squire gropt, but kissing Shiffe was fled.
He rose in rage, inquir'd, searcht about,
His shirt did wipe her heeles when she went out.
He in her Frocke as blacke as hell did looke;
Arm'd with a patch of greene, the left arme tooke
The azuae trophie, time did now uncase,
The divels fondlings. In another place.
The bloudy colours, from an ancient house,
Where the pale issue of the passent louse,
Lye couchent bend, in Sable-field: but he
Is rampant, gules a trope of victorie.
A badge: the Mullet seated on the breast
A Woodcock moulting: squire had lends creast
But the supporters were (this vesture bore)
An Ape in chaines, a Letcher burn'd before.
Some laughing said, this garment was astray:
The hang-man was too proud, to bring't away.
When crosse-lane Peggy dy'd: and some did thinke
It was the divels dish-clout, dipt, in inke.
Inricht with Bluekins tippet (being seene)
Or Lady Katherines flesh-bag trim'd with greene.
When this choyse robe, was by the Landresse found,
The Reliques was reserv'd, the Creepers drown'd.
Arm'd with a patch of greene, the left arme tooke
The azuae trophie, time did now uncase,
The divels fondlings. In another place.
The bloudy colours, from an ancient house,
Where the pale issue of the passent louse,
Lye couchent bend, in Sable-field: but he
Is rampant, gules a trope of victorie.
A badge: the Mullet seated on the breast
A Woodcock moulting: squire had lends creast
But the supporters were (this vesture bore)
An Ape in chaines, a Letcher burn'd before.
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The hang-man was too proud, to bring't away.
When crosse-lane Peggy dy'd: and some did thinke
It was the divels dish-clout, dipt, in inke.
Inricht with Bluekins tippet (being seene)
Or Lady Katherines flesh-bag trim'd with greene.
When this choyse robe, was by the Landresse found,
The Reliques was reserv'd, the Creepers drown'd.
Let greife in, Commans waite upon this Sparke:
His onely shirt is lost, which cost a Marke.
His onely shirt is lost, which cost a Marke.
Who'd be the divels Vassall, if he must
Be alwayes cheated by a sinners trust?
Be alwayes cheated by a sinners trust?
This Blade recruites agen: his Courtly minde
Was to salute, disgrace: where he did finde
A water'd clod of dust: whose dropping nose,
With waper eyes, and matter, did disclose
Deformity, if selfe: her broadsold feete
Bore natures greife, which at the heeles did meete:
Lust was in travell, when the watch-man found
These lovely Babes where sinne with shame is crrownd.
Was to salute, disgrace: where he did finde
A water'd clod of dust: whose dropping nose,
With waper eyes, and matter, did disclose
Deformity, if selfe: her broadsold feete
Bore natures greife, which at the heeles did meete:
Lust was in travell, when the watch-man found
These lovely Babes where sinne with shame is crrownd.
His wife, who heard the fame, spoke thus: you'll have
Your name, and state goe mourning to the grave,
Attended with disdaine. Reproach will live
To staine your family, when death shall give
A challenge to your dust: who will display
His fable flagges and storme your house of clay.
Your name, and state goe mourning to the grave,
Attended with disdaine. Reproach will live
To staine your family, when death shall give
A challenge to your dust: who will display
His fable flagges and storme your house of clay.
He answered her, let me have pleasure seal'd
For tearme of life: such acts may be repeal'd
Ere saucie death be arm'd; I'le leave my lust
When drops of pleasure cannot drench my dust.
Quit scores with me. But she with teares replyde
How vaine is that revenge, where sinnes abide.
With miserie! but Justice gives releife
To plunderd hopes: and will casheere my greife,
When wounded joyes shall muster; [dead] they must
Have all free quarter in the easie dust.
For tearme of life: such acts may be repeal'd
Ere saucie death be arm'd; I'le leave my lust
When drops of pleasure cannot drench my dust.
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How vaine is that revenge, where sinnes abide.
With miserie! but Justice gives releife
To plunderd hopes: and will casheere my greife,
When wounded joyes shall muster; [dead] they must
Have all free quarter in the easie dust.
Had I had portion, comlinesse or wit,
I had not beene so fond, as to have quit
My freedome thus: or sold content to borrow
A dying Prop, where strife breedes living sorrow.
I had not beene so fond, as to have quit
My freedome thus: or sold content to borrow
A dying Prop, where strife breedes living sorrow.
This stately Courtier scornes to harbour shame:
But impudence is guardian to his name,
From the assaults of modesty. And he
Will have the rules of hell for's libertie.
But impudence is guardian to his name,
From the assaults of modesty. And he
Will have the rules of hell for's libertie.
Could they but bring his Pinnace under saile,
Plac't next the herbe-wench with her dagl'd taile
He in his scutchin'd robe; and one by vote,
To read this history, and blaze the cote,
Set neare th' exchange, about the golden fleece,
If they afford this Shew for pence a peece,
The Turkie-Rom, the double footed Hart,
The dancing Horse, and Hocus with his Art,
Being joyntly, or a part put out to use,
Flags to entice the eyes, can neere produce
Such choise of penny-customers, who'd see
This cominicke story with the tragedie.
Plac't next the herbe-wench with her dagl'd taile
He in his scutchin'd robe; and one by vote,
To read this history, and blaze the cote,
Set neare th' exchange, about the golden fleece,
If they afford this Shew for pence a peece,
The Turkie-Rom, the double footed Hart,
The dancing Horse, and Hocus with his Art,
Being joyntly, or a part put out to use,
Flags to entice the eyes, can neere produce
Such choise of penny-customers, who'd see
This cominicke story with the tragedie.
A Nest of water-rats with dropsie swell;
Grin through the grates: being like to challenge hell
One tamer then the rest, as he did stand
A spie for death, cause he would come to hand
He was allow'd such priviledge to have,
As suites the confines of a living grave.
This Vermine spies a Fury, one, whose haire
Had quit the skull: her face with age and care
Was tan'd and furrow'd deepe: her purled skin,
Was pleated, for the grave rat brings her in.
To stocke his crimes, must arme this fondling up,
Salutes the Lady having dranke a cup.
He'd grow familiar, she begins to fight,
And scratch his face, and had a minde to bite,
But that her gums lay follow: in their play
Her robes were dag'd, her legs were wreath'd with hay.
Hell hath her ends. All those Percullos Imps
Under her privie scale, became their Pimps.
Despised scums of vice! whose putri'd slime
Makes living vengeance ripe before its time.
Grin through the grates: being like to challenge hell
One tamer then the rest, as he did stand
A spie for death, cause he would come to hand
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As suites the confines of a living grave.
This Vermine spies a Fury, one, whose haire
Had quit the skull: her face with age and care
Was tan'd and furrow'd deepe: her purled skin,
Was pleated, for the grave rat brings her in.
To stocke his crimes, must arme this fondling up,
Salutes the Lady having dranke a cup.
He'd grow familiar, she begins to fight,
And scratch his face, and had a minde to bite,
But that her gums lay follow: in their play
Her robes were dag'd, her legs were wreath'd with hay.
Hell hath her ends. All those Percullos Imps
Under her privie scale, became their Pimps.
Despised scums of vice! whose putri'd slime
Makes living vengeance ripe before its time.
One who pretends she's plunderd, with a breife
Will beg in print, to keep a Pimping theife;
Came creeping by. A bloudy rebell then
VVho had acquaintance with Committee-men,
If they'll befreind him so, to save his land,
He'll scorne destruction at the second hand:
But give a rate, for any, new-found sinne,
Though but at uurse; as when he did beginne
To murther under seale. Now here's a Punk,
Seiz'd by a lumpe of clay: being stag'ring drunk
VVill slake his hell-bred heate: this rake-shame must
Spawne plagues in grosse, and gender guilt with dust:
But found her lin ping. VVhen he brought her in,
She could but give bare quarter to his sin
Her wooden legge, or turne-pipe, being stout,
VVhich like a Barracado kept him out:
And when it was unbrac't, with what belong
To this Rare-peece: ye buckle and ye throng,
Fell out upon't: which skirmish did betray
Their twisted shame, before they went away.
This damosell could not walke, untill by Art
The Stump was reconci'd: nor could he part
From his beloved Criple. Greedie hell
Cast lots with death, when her Choy'e member sell,
As Pars pro toto. All this Pot-cat kinde,
When ere they passe, they leave a stinke behinde
Will beg in print, to keep a Pimping theife;
Came creeping by. A bloudy rebell then
VVho had acquaintance with Committee-men,
If they'll befreind him so, to save his land,
He'll scorne destruction at the second hand:
But give a rate, for any, new-found sinne,
Though but at uurse; as when he did beginne
To murther under seale. Now here's a Punk,
Seiz'd by a lumpe of clay: being stag'ring drunk
VVill slake his hell-bred heate: this rake-shame must
Spawne plagues in grosse, and gender guilt with dust:
But found her lin ping. VVhen he brought her in,
She could but give bare quarter to his sin
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VVhich like a Barracado kept him out:
And when it was unbrac't, with what belong
To this Rare-peece: ye buckle and ye throng,
Fell out upon't: which skirmish did betray
Their twisted shame, before they went away.
This damosell could not walke, untill by Art
The Stump was reconci'd: nor could he part
From his beloved Criple. Greedie hell
Cast lots with death, when her Choy'e member sell,
As Pars pro toto. All this Pot-cat kinde,
When ere they passe, they leave a stinke behinde
As did ye Vxebridge Priest, who needes must wooe
The guard of death, when he did lye with two.
The guard of death, when he did lye with two.
One that joynes issue with an heire of shame,
Forsweares her husband, and denyes his name,
Keepes him in prison, Angells teach the Judge.
He'll take no bale. And now she will not grudge
His Clarke a feeling: reason out of sight,
He weighes downe sorrow, cause the womans light.
Forsweares her husband, and denyes his name,
Keepes him in prison, Angells teach the Judge.
He'll take no bale. And now she will not grudge
His Clarke a feeling: reason out of sight,
He weighes downe sorrow, cause the womans light.
An aged father breedes his childrens greife,
Truthes persecuter, and a bloudy theife:
Props shame with crookd shoulders, and invites
A Lease of Strumpets to his base delightes.
VVho tyrant-like promotes a damned cause,
To banish right, and poyson wholesome lawes.
Strong parts speake plainely, when they grace the divell,
'Tis grace, not knowledge, keeps a man from evill.
Truthes persecuter, and a bloudy theife:
Props shame with crookd shoulders, and invites
A Lease of Strumpets to his base delightes.
VVho tyrant-like promotes a damned cause,
To banish right, and poyson wholesome lawes.
Strong parts speake plainely, when they grace the divell,
'Tis grace, not knowledge, keeps a man from evill.
Flesh genders lust, which flaming torments breedes,
Without manuring, as the earth doth weedes.
Which shelters vengeance; and contracts the crime
Of yeares of pleasure in a minuites time,
With lasting shame. That foole, who for a bowle
Would sell his coate, deny'd to pawne his soule.
These venture all, they've not enough of life.
To taste all sweets, before the fatall knife
Strikes all their joyes, like beasts (for what the've eate)
Their parts devided, pay for all their meate.
Without manuring, as the earth doth weedes.
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Of yeares of pleasure in a minuites time,
With lasting shame. That foole, who for a bowle
Would sell his coate, deny'd to pawne his soule.
These venture all, they've not enough of life.
To taste all sweets, before the fatall knife
Strikes all their joyes, like beasts (for what the've eate)
Their parts devided, pay for all their meate.
When reason is engag'd to beastly sence,
A man turnes bruite agen: and will commence
Lost by degrees: saluting death he spyes
Cursses breake prison, where his pleasure dyes
For hells burn't off'ring. In which horrid frights,
His Soule hath tooke her leave of all delights.
His dust committed; till th' impartiall toombe
Vpon the summons leaves him to his doome;
Wher's justice is compleate, and hell-hounds-have
Eternity to guard their burning grave.
A man turnes bruite agen: and will commence
Lost by degrees: saluting death he spyes
Cursses breake prison, where his pleasure dyes
For hells burn't off'ring. In which horrid frights,
His Soule hath tooke her leave of all delights.
His dust committed; till th' impartiall toombe
Vpon the summons leaves him to his doome;
Wher's justice is compleate, and hell-hounds-have
Eternity to guard their burning grave.
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