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. 12.
A Doctor kept a paultrie Jade
His Will, being dead, shee'l use his Trade,
With his Receipts what she can cure,
The Will is prov'd, she must endure
To take the shame, and leave the rest
Her husbands sorrow is exprest:
Of her Reply, shee'l print a Bill,
To blaze her Art, and hide her ill.
His Will, being dead, shee'l use his Trade,
With his Receipts what she can cure,
The Will is prov'd, she must endure
To take the shame, and leave the rest
Her husbands sorrow is exprest:
Of her Reply, shee'l print a Bill,
To blaze her Art, and hide her ill.
I went forth right and saw within my Round
A great Phisitian; but he was not sound.
His wife was old, his promis'd love was dead:
He shun'd her company and loath'd her bed.
Although his love was dead, yet he did strive
With all his Art, to keep his Lust alive.
A young one he must have and she must be
A married wife, that their Adultery
Might be compleat, he'd keep her in despite
Of all Gain-sayers: through the Divells right
He claymes her for his owne, her husband may
Bewaile his wrong; but can not find away
To right himselfe, for they have both agreed
To stand for Hell and Death: his heart doth bleed
But they rejoyce in glist'ring all their sinns,
To make exchange. Now Infamy begins
To blaze their shame abroad: yet they do fleight
The breath of men; they will not break delight.
But the Phisitian (though his Trull was by)
Did fall downe sicke, so sick that he must dye.
A great Phisitian; but he was not sound.
His wife was old, his promis'd love was dead:
He shun'd her company and loath'd her bed.
Although his love was dead, yet he did strive
With all his Art, to keep his Lust alive.
A young one he must have and she must be
A married wife, that their Adultery
Might be compleat, he'd keep her in despite
Of all Gain-sayers: through the Divells right
He claymes her for his owne, her husband may
Bewaile his wrong; but can not find away
To right himselfe, for they have both agreed
To stand for Hell and Death: his heart doth bleed
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To make exchange. Now Infamy begins
To blaze their shame abroad: yet they do fleight
The breath of men; they will not break delight.
But the Phisitian (though his Trull was by)
Did fall downe sicke, so sick that he must dye.
Now farewell all delights: Thou must endure
The Launce of Death, thy art can finde no cure.
But he had time to mourne before he dy'd;
Yet, in that time, his Doxie from his side
Would never part: his wife and Children may
See him for once; but there they must not stay.
He makes his Will, and gives unto his Whoore
Halfe his Estate; his cast off wife's left poore,
With all his off-spring: Mourning she must have
T'attend his Corps unto his silent Grave,
Wherein he's layd; and there he must abide
Past cure, untill his second Act be tri'd.
The Launce of Death, thy art can finde no cure.
But he had time to mourne before he dy'd;
Yet, in that time, his Doxie from his side
Would never part: his wife and Children may
See him for once; but there they must not stay.
He makes his Will, and gives unto his Whoore
Halfe his Estate; his cast off wife's left poore,
With all his off-spring: Mourning she must have
T'attend his Corps unto his silent Grave,
Wherein he's layd; and there he must abide
Past cure, untill his second Act be tri'd.
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His Epitaph.
This peece of art that lye beneath these stones,Maintain'd a Whore, untill his flesh was dri'd
With death she suck't the marrow from his bone:
He broke his marriage vow before he dy'd.
He liv'd a Gallon'st; but now he must
Like Paracelsus only deale in dust.
This halfe excextrix hath gain'd great skill
she'l practice Physicke, to remove what ill
Is gender'd in the bladder: (she'l endure,)
But Morbus Gallicus she cannot cure.
She cures the stone exactly, with your paines,
To helpe you to the running of the reines.
All fleshly humors with her art she'l nurse;
And last of all, she'l ease you of your purse.
She'l car' her medicens home: with all of which
She'l help her Husbands head, and make him rich.
And when the will is prov'd, she will begin
To temper druggs, to countervaile her sin.
She'l have her share: these goods were hers before
And those she had for playing of the Whore:
Some petty things she beg'd: whose are the rest
The will declares: he swore he lov'd me best.
I was his darling, should not he bestow
His goods in love, where he most love did owe?
she'l practice Physicke, to remove what ill
Is gender'd in the bladder: (she'l endure,)
But Morbus Gallicus she cannot cure.
She cures the stone exactly, with your paines,
To helpe you to the running of the reines.
All fleshly humors with her art she'l nurse;
And last of all, she'l ease you of your purse.
She'l car' her medicens home: with all of which
She'l help her Husbands head, and make him rich.
And when the will is prov'd, she will begin
To temper druggs, to countervaile her sin.
She'l have her share: these goods were hers before
And those she had for playing of the Whore:
Some petty things she beg'd: whose are the rest
The will declares: he swore he lov'd me best.
I was his darling, should not he bestow
His goods in love, where he most love did owe?
But when she was examin'd by what right
She claim'd her Legacy, she did indite
Her selfe for her offences: she was faine
To beare away the shame, and leave the gaine.
The reason's found of his distempered mind,
The Letcher was bewitch't lust made him blind
No share but in the sin, that she can have
Now shee's gone weeping home if she can crave,
Pardon for this offence, she will not misse
To act another sin as bad as this.
She claim'd her Legacy, she did indite
Her selfe for her offences: she was faine
To beare away the shame, and leave the gaine.
The reason's found of his distempered mind,
The Letcher was bewitch't lust made him blind
No share but in the sin, that she can have
Now shee's gone weeping home if she can crave,
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To act another sin as bad as this.
But when her Husband spy'd her, he began
To 'vent his grief: Alas! is any man
In my condition? Thou, hast broke thy vow
Together with my heart. Ther's nothing now
For me but shame and sorrow, till that day
When gentle Death shall wrap my corps in clay.
To 'vent his grief: Alas! is any man
In my condition? Thou, hast broke thy vow
Together with my heart. Ther's nothing now
For me but shame and sorrow, till that day
When gentle Death shall wrap my corps in clay.
Keep at a distance from me: For with fear
My heart will bleed afresh if thou comest near.
The Adulterer and his gold did ravish thee
From thy dear Love; whose death hath set thee free.
My heart will bleed afresh if thou comest near.
The Adulterer and his gold did ravish thee
From thy dear Love; whose death hath set thee free.
Then she reply'd: In vain your tears are spent.
Did you but know the scope of my intent,
You would not grieve: 't was not for want of love
That I did leave you: 't was his art did move
Me to embrace his love: I have a way
That when you know, you cannot chuse but say
My time was well employ'd: He and his Books
Have taught me skill, to know men by their looks
And what disease they have; and can apply
To every one a present remedy.
And I can keep them underhand for gain,
And make them give me gold to ease their pain.
To bring in Customers I'l print a Bill:
I do not mean to barrel up my skill.
If you do thrive, by whatso'ere I do,
You may forgive my fault and thank me too.
Did you but know the scope of my intent,
You would not grieve: 't was not for want of love
That I did leave you: 't was his art did move
Me to embrace his love: I have a way
That when you know, you cannot chuse but say
My time was well employ'd: He and his Books
Have taught me skill, to know men by their looks
And what disease they have; and can apply
To every one a present remedy.
And I can keep them underhand for gain,
And make them give me gold to ease their pain.
To bring in Customers I'l print a Bill:
I do not mean to barrel up my skill.
If you do thrive, by whatso'ere I do,
You may forgive my fault and thank me too.
Blush all you Birds of night! was't ever heard
Among the Fowls, that fouler things appear'd?
How are thy sins made snares? the World denies
Thy breath free passage: the Heavens twinkling eyes
Look through the vaile of night: all things that be
(Made loving friends) are enemies to thee.
Do'st mock thy Maker, that thou sell'st the Truth
To change thy Lover that should guide thy youth?
When need did drive thee home, thou in thy sin
Didst wrap thy self (by pleading) further in.
And he that kept thee with his foul endeaver
(Cast off his mate, which none but death should sever)
Will find the Serpents egs which sin hath hatcht
Among the brood; he'l then be overmatch't.
After your pleasures, you may feel the smart,
Always together where you cannot part.
Among the Fowls, that fouler things appear'd?
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Thy breath free passage: the Heavens twinkling eyes
Look through the vaile of night: all things that be
(Made loving friends) are enemies to thee.
Do'st mock thy Maker, that thou sell'st the Truth
To change thy Lover that should guide thy youth?
When need did drive thee home, thou in thy sin
Didst wrap thy self (by pleading) further in.
And he that kept thee with his foul endeaver
(Cast off his mate, which none but death should sever)
Will find the Serpents egs which sin hath hatcht
Among the brood; he'l then be overmatch't.
After your pleasures, you may feel the smart,
Always together where you cannot part.
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