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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The Answer.
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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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