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A07541	A nights search· Discovering the nature and condition of all sorts of night-walkers; with their associates. As also, the life and death of many of them. Together with divers fearfull and strange accidents, occasioned by such ill livers. Digested into a poeme by Humphry Mill.; Nights search. Part 1.	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.	1640 (1640)	STC 17921; ESTC S112683	172,120	346

of money by 't he did not crave A portion but her love he aym'd at most She in his riches he in her would boast They sum'd up all for they had many ends She being rais'd she might preferre her friends They use perswasions arguments to move her With promises and how the man would love her But threatning was the burden of the song She blusht she wept and yet she held her tongue But discontented to her selfe she said In what a case am I I am afraid I shall be lost for ever I had rather Displease my selfe than move and vexe my father One I must do I shall be counted vilde If he refuse to own me for his childe Nor will he give me meanes I shall be poore And if I beg my bread from dore to dore who 'l pitty me if I this old man take His wealth can never restitution make To my afficted mind how shall I do To ease my heart and please my father too His age will shame my youth how shall I meet My old acquaintance as I walke the street Without a blush his wrinkled flesh his breath Will be to me as similies of death Oh who would match yong blood with parched dust Or marrow with dri'd bones alas I must Time bring my doome that 's all the hope I have That I shall lay him quickly in his grave So she submits and now her Fathers pleas'd The match is made the Seigniors minde is eas'd But she is griev'd her grieving is in vaine For 't is too late to ease her of her paine My Muse was charg'd I 'm loth that she should stray To bid the guests against the wedding day Nor shew th' apparrell that they did provide To fit the Bridegroome and his lovely Bride The preparation for the marriage feast What company who was the chiefest guest What mirth they rais'd yet how the Bride was sad What plate was there th' attendance that they had Nor of the Musique how they plaid and sung And bore their parts or how the bels were rung What they agreed their walking after dinner Their merrie tales or who was the beginner Nor how they supt the possets at the last How he rejoyc'd when once the day was past Or how the Bride was loat'h to go to bed She was not jealous of her maiden-head How she desired that her friends would stay How he thought long before they went away With sundry other things if I rehearse They 'ld rob me of my time and stuffe my verse Black Morpheus cover'd them old Time did place'em But Hymen being angry would not grace'em Dame Nature 's vext at those that made the match Her choler 's turn'd to craft and she does watch To do 'em a mischiefe she the marriage curst She scorn'd to come to 't though sh'was bid at first The Fates are bent against him in their rage They 'll graft his head then bring him on the stage They had been married but a little space Ere he grew jealous and he did disgrace Her in his carriage he did mind the earth And dig'd for gold she pleasure lov'd and mirth He was so harsh to her and did deny Her things convenient he was in her eye Slighted as much for he was froward mad And fear'd h 'had lost that love he never had His fire is quickly quencht but there 's a flame Of lust in her nor can he quench the same He 's growing downward she is rising still He 'd keep her in but she will have her will She cals for money but he keeps her short And sitting by her selfe being all amort Thus she complaines oh how am I distrest Vndone for ever and my mind 's opprest Had death but married me I had not seene These dayes of griese or matcht with age and spleen Oh! that my tender flesh my blood and bones Were rak'd in earth and coverd o're with stones I should be freed from this cold peice of lead That chils my flesh lyes by me in my bed Oh! who would suffer such a thing but I My temper 's hot and moist he 's cold and dry Why should I spend my youthfull dayes in sorrow Or stay death's leisure waiting for a morrow Shall I alive be pen'd up in my grave Mewd up at home to please this hide-bound slave I 'le never do 't Lycurgus made a law To break such matches and to keep in awe Such jealous fooles wise Solon did consent That woman which at home had no content Might have some other friend should freely do Without controwle what she consented to What pitie 't is these Lawes are out of date That could not chuse but be a happie State This help I have I know he is precise Though he be craftie I will be as wise I 'll be so too I 'll go to Church nay more I 'll read I 'll pray I 'll seeme to go before The strictest of them many things I 'll do Lift up mine eyes both lye and flatter too He 'll ne're distrust me then I shall be knowne I 'll get acquaintance and I 'll use mine owne Nature hath made me perfect I was borne To please my selfe and give this Churle the horne I shall have gold enough love and delight When men of worth take pleasure in my sight This hypocrite is troubled in her minde Dissembles cleanly if he will be kinde And let her go that she may comfort take Sh' has sworne to turne a Convert for his sake He 's glad these times to her he will allow He does not doubt but she 's a Convert now She 's mann'd along she 's gone he does not feare To see and to be seene but not to heare When she comes home she is so griev'd for sin She cannot tell the text but she 'll begin To change her life 't is true you may believe her She has not sinn'd enough and that doth grieve her She 's provident she 'll doe the best she can To bring her minde to go without a man She 'd seeme to go to Church but mist the dore Because her minde was bent to play the whore Her customers kept touch nor did she stay But Sermon-time a game and so away Her forward zeale did please the old mans minde Although it burn'd amisse he could not finde Out her deceit before the bells had rung She 'd still be gone and staying somewhat long At last he did mistrust and sent a spye Who being cunning with a watchfull eye Found out her tract and took her in the lurch For of a bawdy-house she made her Church This news being brought oh how this man lamented His passion stopt his mouth so discontented His griefe 's to great to be exprest with tongue Or melted into teares shame's mixt among When she came home poore whore she had no doubt That he mistrusted or had found her out She seem'd to be much taken with the preacher And for the sermons sake she prais'd the teacher She could rehearse the doctrine

man I can no whit commend him He sham'd himselfe in living like a beast While he had cash his Imps would then defend him Now he is charg'd to make the wormes a feast His lust his life that was so proud and stout How soone 't was with a rapiers point let out SECT 28. Of an old man wooing and marrying of a yong girle how they disagreed and how she turn'd a whore THere liv'd a man but where I need not tell For credit worth esteem'd of all so well That fame began to prate on 't for his life To make it sweet he wanted but a wife Death rob'd him of his first she 's in her tombe Had he another to supply her roome How happy he should be for being old He must have one to keep him from the cold Wealth 's not sufficient to cheere his age He 's newly entring on the seventh stage Of bald swift time his haire with snow was mixt But 't was at odds for there were pathes betwixt The hoary-frost had seiz'd upon his beard His face was pale and wrinkled you have heard How Northerne Boreas from the pole doth glide To shake his treasure or'e the Westerne bride The plants do tremble Winter is his guest Of all the months December suits him best So is his flesh grown chill his bones do quiver Some yong one that is warme must him deliver From his cold palsy O! how faine he 'd find One qualified agreeing to his mind He sought a while but 't was his hap at last To spy a Virgin as the stroets he past And as he lookt his heart began to melt His colour 's chang'd the passion that he felt Did warme his blood his shaking fit grow's more But alter'd quite not cold as 't was before Has Winters Sun now got such power here Or will it be thus warme but once a yeare Frost has no heat in●● whence then comes this change The ayre is cold the alteration 's strange Nor was there signe of fire how comes this frost Dissolv'd so soon 't was by a walking ghost Sh 'had made him yong again if she had staid But now he 'l ne're be well till she be laid This old man bends his mind t' obtaine his ends H' has hope to have her 'cause he knows her friends He 'l go to try if he be welcome to her He 's mad for ever but his gold must woe her He wants a face he feares she will abhorre him But yet he hopes his wealth will do it for him Wealth is a Lady no one will dispise her But if she doth he knows her friends are wiser He 's gone to try I wish him good successe And all that know the man can do no lesse He speaks but little that is best at first The sight of her's enough to quench his thirst Yet he must kisse her had you seen them play You would have laught she cri'd old man away He must imbrace her O this pretious pearle Fie fio said she an old man kisse a girle Her friends approv'd on 't he has hope to speed He thinks in time the girle would be agreed Home he returnes but ere he goes againe He 'l change his visage though his habit 's plaine He 'l have it alter'd though his beard be made To grow so broad and squared like a spade It must be shav'd away and it must be Turn'd up and sharp'c just like a Roman T His cloak bag breeches too shall be cut lesse He will be suted in a comely dresse To sute the rest he weares his second Ruffe 'T was made of Cambrick or some dainty stuffe His hat 's cut narrower and 't is nearly drest Good husbandry He meanes to keep his best Vntill the wedding Lovely he had bin To look upon had he but chang'd his skin He 's gone without his staffe he wants no prop The worst thing is being cold his nose doth drop He courts this lovely lasse with great delight She finds his drift and then she loath'd his sight At last he broke his mind to her and said I have a suit to thee I am a fraid Thou wilt deny me this is all I crave Thy love thy love O! that 's the thing I 'd have Sweet hony grant me this and I will prove So kind to thee that I 'le deserve thy love I 've wealth enough I 'le make it all thine own If I can have from thee this favourshown I shall be blest am I too old for thee I 'me not so old though as I seem to bee What 's forty yeares my wife death tooke away I griev'd so much that made my haire turne gray Thou 'lt find me yong and active never feare Be thou but kind this Diamond-ring my deare Take as a pledge come never blush but speak Thy mind in love or els my heart will break Yong men are fickle care lesse of their wives Men that are stai'd do love them as their lives Thy friends do like it well if I may find Thy liking too O! how 't will ease my mind Then he was silent but the maid repli'd Sir you mistake the mark or shoot too wide Do's gray haires dote how do you think I can Being yong and fresh affect so old a man In policy you have these words exprest To try my wit I take it but in jest Love 's out of date with you 't is rather meet You buy you coffin and your winding sheet I thank you for your love your wealth your gold Provokes me not if I may be so bold I 'le say you were not wise to set your mind ' Pon one so yong but love they say is blind If needs you 'l wive then take a marron grave Decrepid age with wealth might comfort have Cease cease your suit judge is 't a fitting thing To match cold Winter to the wanton Spring My blood 's now rising yours is in the fall You 'ld do me wrong your selfe no good at all What good wilt be to you to do me harme You 'ld have a yong one now to keep you warme I cannot think my friends will give consent To sell me to a living punishment Farewell old Father age might make you know Seing you are rich you should not look so low He hearing this it cut him to the heart But could not speak a word to case his smart His joynts did shake his eyes bewraid their lust Then to her friends went he now speak he must Alas this peevish wench doth slight my proffer My love my person wealth whatere I offer As tokens of good will are not respected The giver and the gift are both rejected Perswade her but to love me then will I Invest her to my wealth and when I dy I 'le leave her all if she refuse to give Her love to me long here I cannot live Then they well weighing of his great estate The credit that he had how fortunate She might be in the Match how they might save A sum