The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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Punks, and Shameles VVhores. |
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Punks, and Shameles VVhores.
Tallow faced whores, diseased with the Poxe,
Through most inordinat and filthy lust:
Trickt vp and trimmed in your harlots locks,
All to conceale your filthy Cancred rust.
And to bring youth by your alluring words,
To all the mischeife that the world affords.
Through most inordinat and filthy lust:
Trickt vp and trimmed in your harlots locks,
All to conceale your filthy Cancred rust.
And to bring youth by your alluring words,
To all the mischeife that the world affords.
To rob and steale to pillfer and purloyne,
Their maisters goods, and all that they can get:
To tricke and trime and make your bodies fine,
How they come by it you doe not respect.
When they haue got what they can rap and run,
Youle be the first shall hang them if you can.
Their maisters goods, and all that they can get:
To tricke and trime and make your bodies fine,
How they come by it you doe not respect.
When they haue got what they can rap and run,
Youle be the first shall hang them if you can.
Your dainty mouthes long after sweetest fare,
You must haue wine the best that can be gotten:
Faith Mistres Susan, a caudle is very rare,
I but alas long time it cannot cotten.
Though for a while you rub it out in pride,
Yet at the length your whordome will be spied.
You must haue wine the best that can be gotten:
Faith Mistres Susan, a caudle is very rare,
I but alas long time it cannot cotten.
Though for a while you rub it out in pride,
Yet at the length your whordome will be spied.
Where are you then, faith cleane out of request,
Detested loathed, vtterly forsaken,
Noted and flouted like a shameles beast,
With my whip therfore you must now be beaten,
Of with your Maske and all your whores attire,
Ile lace your skirts with whipcord strung with wire.
Detested loathed, vtterly forsaken,
Noted and flouted like a shameles beast,
With my whip therfore you must now be beaten,
Of with your Maske and all your whores attire,
Ile lace your skirts with whipcord strung with wire.
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