carelesse he would never spare But laid it on for this who can but see That whores are knowne the costli'st beasts that bee Much thus he spent and oft he was suppli'd But of his will he was at last deni'd His father found all was but throwne away The more he had the more he went astray He to reclaime him striv'd to keep him shorter It chang'd him not but put his minde to torture Advice instructions promises to wooe him The likely danger put he oft unto him Then threatning him that for his fowle demerit He 'd cast him off and would him disinherit All would not serve he is so far from mending That he 's more vile though not so much in spending But tender-hearted parents needs must love The childe though bad their bowels still'did move Though he was shamelesse sin did never grieve him Yet still his father could not but relieve him He 'd often cry out This unhappy Boy Hath sham'd my glory and o'rethrowne my joy I am in doubt if I his part should take I shall be deem'd as guiltie for his sake If I neglect him though he be so vilde I shall be censur'd too he is my childe My griefe is great yet all my hope 's not past Though he goes far yet he may turne at last How should I joy to see him turne and thrive I 'd think my selfe the happiest man alive My hope dies now while I fresh hopes would borrow Feare threatens mee to aggravate my sorrow This Russian values not as it appeares His fathers mourning nor his mothers teares Nor weeping of his sister nor his brother Nor yet the counsell of his friends nor other But such as are like-minded with him they He 'll hug although they take him as a prey His Comrades are such Roarers you may well Think they were newly vomited from hell For like a gallant of great Pluto's Court With borrow'd language one must make him sport Although he be a bird fit for a cage Yet if he can but parrat on the stage He 's now a Gentleman th' other can coyne New oaths and sweare This oath at first was mine He sweares in foūo domineering in 't Hell would elect him Master of the Mint Give him the wall or else he 'll draw or stab He 's made an Vsher to a painted Drab His wealth hangs on his back let 's have no mocks His riches lye in his Tobacco-box He 's valiant pitie 't is he wants a sword The Gentleman must buy or passe his word To furnish him and then he 'll brag and boast And hack and hew as mad Tom did the post His clothes are all put into Taylors books He 'll hardly pay I ghesse it by his looks The Taverne is the place where he 'll abide His sword doth hang so neatly by his side He looks upon 't it joyes him at the heart Then knocks cries Rogue bring the other quart But has no coyne it is enough that he Vouchsafe to grace them with his companie Then having paid and drank a round carouse They went to revell in a bawdy house As'twas suppos'd but there they fell at strife The Gentleman 't was thought did keep his wife And he consented to 't but who can tell Whether or no but this all was not well The wine did work which stirr'd up angry words From words to blows and having drawn their swords The quarrell grew so hot and so it past Betweene them all that it fell out at last This gallant there was slaine a little wound Spoyl'd his delight and brought him to the ground A fearfull thing but e'rehe lost his breath He struggeld much with that grim Tyrant Death Confest his faults but when his friends came in Shame forc'd him thus to aggravate his sin Alas my sorrow cannot be exprest A hell a hell is gendred in my brest My hatefull sins have brought me to this case And every one seemes with a Devils face I liv'd a beast O! that I might so dye I wish in vaine worse than a beast am I I scorn'd advice now I am scorn'd of all The world may now rejoyce to see my fall My soule is sunk it must go who knows whither I 'd live yet dye and yet I would do neither My heat encreast though I did often drench it But now I finde my blood alone will quench it Reproach for ever seizeth on my name And for my sake my friends must beare the shame How short are vaine delights how soone they 're gone They shew content but yet they give us none Vnseason'd pleasures what is 't that they bring But guilt they passe and beare a dreadfull sting Which time will ne're weare out Alas this story Is but a catalogue of painted glory I pleas'd my selfe with sensuall things and lies I took for truth all good I did despise I see my folly how am I too blame These curst contents have but a rotten name Thou great Preserver of the soules of men Shew mercie on me and thy praises then Shall be declar'd by all that know thy love And I shall blesse thee with thy Saints above Vile world adieu O heavens take my breath And snatch my soule out of the jawes of death Thus spoke he ended all his breath was spent Death seiz'd on him and clos'd him in his tent To shew the case his body then was in The consequent of his precedent sin I now forbeare I 'll give you leave to think What whores do bring with great excesse of drink His friends lament him how their teares do fall They 'll all be spent before the funerall His mother chiefly layes to heart this crosse With brinish teares she thus bewailes her losse O heavens how hath this black horrid fate Made such a blessing so unfortunate Had he but di'd an infant or my womb That brought him forth had been his senslesse tomb Both had been happie how had I been blest For in my grave I had been left at rest But now I am tormented this my sorrow Vntill death come will never finde a morrow I see on hopes the more I set my minde The lesse of comfort I am like to finde Who had more hopes than I had of a son Who hath lesse joy alas I am undone Is this a token given by a friend To bring my boy to an untimely end More she had spoke but being discontented Griefe call'd for teares and so she was prevented The Cause of this his death how he was slaine Whose fact it was all 's evident and plaine who 'd stand upon 't the Sessions would decide it But that I think they have already tri'd it He 's coffin'd up now this is all I crave Provide some teares and drop them on his grave I would not beg but that his friends have none Yet in a week they 'l pay you ten for one Grave now receive him I 've discharg'd my trust Conceale his name and cover him with dust His Epitaph HEre lies a
happy cause be try'd His Epitaph YOu sollid stones incite the gentle dust To guard this man of worth that 's buried here He is a jewell left unto your trust 'Till he in glory gloriously appeare Though saucie death hath laid him in this grave His name 's alive and living praise shall have SECT 2. Against lascivious Poets and poetry and of the ill that is occasioned by such meanes THou that art skill'd in poetry and wilt Abuse thy wit thy parts to mixe the guilt And filth of lust together answer here To what I charge thee with let shame and fear Possesse thy heart this first doth breed the odds Thou striv'st to make the names of heathen gods Both famous and immortall alwayes trying To paint them fresh and shew thy art in lying Is 't fit a Christian with his muse his pen Should strive to be an ape to heathen men Art thou so barren of invention made Is wit and fancy low that thou must trade Beyond-sea altogether fictions vaine Must stuffe thy verse and still direct thy straine Their feigned gods are guilty they confesse Of lust and rapes and of all filthinesse Those Poets with rich nature were endu'd Their witty fictions do so much delude Thee with conceit that thou hast nothing new They fram'd false gods and worship'd them as true Poore men they rov'd at randome in the dark Or natures light but never had a spark O' th light above yet better use they made Of that than he who makes his muse turne jade I say not but those fictions may be us'd To set forth Vertue not to be abus'd To trick up Folly vices may be showne In their owne colours and be better kowne If well applyed we may leave the drosse And take the rest then therein's gaine no losse But he that in lascivious straines doth glory And trims the ruines of a bawdy story Doth shame his Muse he strives ev'n to undoe her She proves a bawd his wit 's a pander to her Such poyson'd bayts trick'd up in gawdy rimes Doe cheat the simple and infect the times To sinne 's too much more to continue in 't 'T is worse to die and leave his sinns in print 'T is strange that men who having wit with Art Should be so mad to take the devills part Doth God give men their learning parts and wit To raise them up the devills size to fit Above the rest on such he sets a price That can with skill paint over his device And scribble out a black and hellish rowle 'T is Sathans will it traps the silly soule For any good he is a stranger to it Or plead for truth he hath no heart to doe it If things of worth doe glance but from his pen 'T is but by chance hee 'll wish 'em out agen If he but finde one bred of heavens race He strives his cause or person to disgrace And to discourage all that hold with them VVho tread the way tow'rds new Jerusalem But if a blade comes that 's to vice inclin'd Hee 'll hugg him 'cause he only suits his mind And he that can to his base humours bend Though nere so bad hee 'l choose him for his friend In hindring good preferring that that 's evill Is poetry to recompence the Devill VVill any man esteeme that Poet best VVho in his wanton wit exceeds the rest And smooths a path for whores and does applaud A shamelesse villaine and a rotten bawd His ulcer'd lines not savouring of the salt But rais'd from burning lust or wine or malt Doe vex the wise they only cheere all bad men Make work for Pimps and sport for fooles mad men A Poets pen should ever strike at vice And raise true vertue to a noble price And honour truth dash falshood out of favour Shame foolish Imps and praise a sweet behaviour Or else the Devill may a Poet prove To honour lust and give it termes of love Of him he borrowes what he doth indite He would doe more but that he may not write 'T is like great Pluto hath bespoke his quill If this be honour let him have it still He does bewitch the youth to bend his minde To vaine delights the sting that comes behinde The young man by 't is fondly drawn away The old man sees vice trimm'd then goes astray The modest Maid whose blushing shewes her grace She runs away the whore whose brazen face Is varnisht o're she can abide and cry Here 's wit at will 't is pitie he should die The baud she mouths it sitting on a bench A wittie Spark he loves a prettie wench Her windowes with such pamphlets furnisht be The Fiends they dopromote her bawderie The VVhiskin laughs untill his heart be full For with this bait he lately catcht a Gull VVho spent his time to learn this shamelesse wooing To sell himselfe for fooles must needs be dooing He 's like to thrive his trade comes on apace And all those imps that love the filthy race Like Sappho's birds may chatter out thy praise And sweare thy scull shall weare the wreath of bayes The fowle that 's newly caught will set thee forth And sing a catch oh here 's a man of worth Thy Art doth teach him to fulfill his lust Stirs up the fire then this vile heap of dust Much like an Ape does on the strumpet grin But she so crafty ere he can her win Must pay her well her smiles and curled locks Do draw him on 'till he hath got the pox Then like a woodcock taken in a snare His gold is gone his empty pare growes bare And all his feathers moulted clean away And when the Chirurgeon comes to seek his pay This light-brain'd foole is growne so light in purse Except his rot it is his greatest curse He payes no debts and keeps a hungry table Hee 'd run away but that he is not able His sin that promis'd him such sweet content Now stings his soule the whore when all is spent Forsakes him jearing at his curs'd estate Her love was false but perfect is her hate Then quickly he begins to stinke alive While with his gold the queane doth seeme to thrive He 'll curse the Poet raile against his whore And being growne so miserably poore Disease and want have quencht his lust full flame He dyes dispairing leaves a rotten name The heavens know if ever he repented 'Mongst men below his death is not lamented Excepting those that liv'd upon his losse And 's creditors that had so great a crosse Poore wretched man that hath so short a time He 's like a worme that creeps in dust and slime Yet spends himselfe sinne sucking out his marrow The world thogh wide doth seem for him too narrow His braines are nimble to contrive the ill To please his humours and his headstrong will Those Milldew'd pleasures that delight the sense He entertaines but for his recompence Death joynes with sinne to throw him in his grave Dust bars him up and keeps
common whores how they liv'd and did and a pimping theise his life and death MVse be not silent thou hast hit the sore Refresh thy selfe and track the common whore Her wayes her wiles and her declining age And her Consorts set with her on the stage Their sweet parts acted cause them to bring in heart A just accompt what profit comes by sin This qucane when pride doth once possesse her Or povertie doth seeme to threaten smart Or too much fulnesse wanton lust doth raise Or idlenesse cause her to take by-wayes She 's lost for ever Widow maid or wife If once she does affect a whorish life Then like a Bitch she in her lust will bnrne Takes up a rogue and he must serve the turne She walks the fields more often in the street Her bold rude looks when she a man doth meet Must make him blush if he hath any grace She 's impudent and will not change her face When she is past observe and you shall finde Herbrazen face will cast an eye behinde She 'll fawne and claime acquaintance with sorne asse They must be cozens then away they passe Vnto some Taverne with her wiles she 'll take him And ere they part a truer Asse she 'll make him He buyes his sin and sels himselfe away And now this whore has made this foole her prey When with his wit his money too is spent Then farewell Coz she leaves him discontent She hunts about and finds some countrey-gull Then tries her wits how she may neatly pull His feathers off but when her custom 's fading She 'll take a Shark for she must needs be trading He haunts her still his sellowes doe no lesse She doth not owne that that she does possesse These dung-hill flies suck carrion For their prey They take by force or steale her goods away Being desp'rate villains if she doth but grumble They 'll beat and kick her till they make her tumble And having had their ends they leave her bare Going to other there they get a share This life they lead their practice is so ill They feare the lash and thus they rob'em still Such after-claps and worse doe chase their pleasure Ill-gotten goods is but deceitfull treasure Then ere 't be long to Bridewell she is brought She cals it Hell for there she must be taught To turne the mill or beat hemp chuse her which If she complaines she 's troubled with a stitch They 'll use a whip to fright this stitch away Her gowne is blew and browne bread is her pay When she grows old and time hath plow'd her brow She fils those chinks with painting think but how Her painted grease doth shew it melts about her A shamefull object every boy will flout her Then she begins to rattle in the throte The harshest discord alwayes is her note 'T will rise and fall like dreamers in their sleep And through her nostrils does her language creep Now Gallicus is fierce and takes a skip Seizeth with fury'pon her upper lip Takes part for earnest you may see her gums Her teeth left naked now she picks up crums This woman-eater not content with those Does grow so greedy that she eats her nose Her eyes are spar'd she may reflect and see Her monstrous visage and deformitie Being noysome to a cottage she 's confin'd Her sap is gone and nothing left but rind That 's shrunk and dry all hope doth quite for sake her For better or for worse the worms must take her Her Epitaph HEre lies a strumpet that did use to prey ' Pon any one for gaine at last her sight Grew odious to the world She chopt away Her selfe O! Fate how this might sinners fright Old Time grew sick upon 't he loath'd her breath And he for ease resign'd her up to Death Another she is growne as bad or worse If her trade failes she 'll try to cut a purse Or break a house or cheat what e're is naught She 'll doe then to the Sessions she is brought Arraign'd condemn'd she being guiltie found And ends her dāyes two yards above the ground Her Epitaph THis shamlesse Imp searcht up and downe to finde An other world of sin at last she found What she would faine have lost she lest behinde This world the hangman hid her under ground Sh'was overcharg'd with rope fast by this place Her Motto's this she dy'd for want of grace The villain that did keepe her for his whore His meanes is spent alas he cannot rore Hee 'd borrow cash but none will take his word Then he will swear he 'll make 'em eat his sword Now helpe him at a pinch hee 'll truely pay Within a month of the next quarter day He 'll give his bill and seal it with his hand But he 's not guilty of a foot of land How happy should he be had he but coyne The Broker is resolv'd to make him fine Vpon receit of gold he 'd in those feathers Iust like a Turky bristle out all weathers He 's vext but hopes that if the tearme were come With some new trick he should soon light on some If to a place he comes where is but drink He 'l cock the broom-mans beaver they must think He wants not money by intreaty he Resolves to grace them with his company But if he thinks they' are cowardly and base Hee 'll turne his whiskers up and rub his face And seeme to take distaste at every word He laies his hand and looks upon his sword Stand out on 's way beleeve me sir hee 'll fight 〈◊〉 blade is old fit for a man of might The Brittons tooke it when they conquer'd Wales A Captaine gin 't him coming back from Cales For his hot service as a recompence 'T is hilted since which cost him thirteen pence If one that 's valiant doth intend to try him He 'll answer him for why should I bely him But he must chuse his way he'as no desire Being burnt before tolye behind the fire He 's turn'd t' his freedome first his railing tongue Must give the onset that not proving strong His heeles take place and he away doth run So soone as ere the combat is begun This paultry rascall cheats and sherks about At last some Officer doth find him out He 's try'd they tooke his hand against his will And made it hisse me thinks I heare it still This gracelesse wretch will yet no warning take But worse and worse unlawfull shifts he 'll make He breaks a house and for it he is tri'd Or else for robbing by the high-way side Then he 's condemn'd to lose his shamelesse breath The time being come he dies a woodden death Before his whore and he did spit out thunder They burn'd together but they hang asunder His Epitaph This sinfull clod of earth did still daevise The pleasant'st way to hell he had releise From one who was his whore but when that prize Did melt away and rot he turn'd a thiefe His cause was
pro con and for his life The halter umpir'd and did end the strife SECT 6. Course salutations betwixt a pennilesse letcher and his where that forsooke him A Man that was addicted to a whore His habit shew'd that he was growne so poore That he was faine to shark and shift about Amongst his friends he pickt a living out He did not care so much to be invited He scorn'd the day and lov'd to be benighted He was not curious nor did love to heare Y' are welcome Sir for that 's your only cheare Nor was he daintie give him what you will His hungry stomack would digest it still For under Forma pauperis he would eat He would not pick a quarrell with his meat Though it were musty he had lost his smell His nose being sunk promis'd no tales to tell Vpon a time he walking in the street Did meet this whore and thus he did her greet She lookt on him as though she had not known him She scorn'd him poore and was asham'd to own him Letcher Thou painted quean hast thou forgot me now Thou hast undone me shall I tell thee how Thou hedge-bird trull thou didst abuse me first I'was blest before but by thee made acurst I met thee walking as I crost the field And spoke in jest thou didst in earnest yeild To my first motion so I gave thee wine But thy lascivious and thy wanton twine Did so bewitch me that I went astray Foole that I was to be so drawne away With such a Trull O! thy dissembling face That did enchant me brought me to disgrace Thy eyes consented with thy flatt'ring tongue To work my ruine shall I beare this wrong Without revenge I spent my meanes on thee Thou wilt not know me in my miserie Behinde my back for me thou fram'st thy mocks Thou rotten whore of thee I gat the pox While I had money thou would'st often sweare Of all that liv'd to thee I was most deare Now all is gone thou leav'st me in distresse But painted fire it can no heat expresse Do'st hold thy colour art thou not asham'd To heare those things that I with griefe have nam'd Whore What what 's the matter thou art growne so rude Thou art too bold my presence to intrude Without my leave this is mad kind of meeting So like a brute is this thy gentle greeting If I had thought thou hadst been such an Asse When thou didst meet me I 'de have let thee passe I did not beg to have thy wine nor thee 'T was freely proferr'd thou would'st give it mee What else beside I was unwilling to it But thou didst urge me and didst make me do it My way of living is to use my trade What should I do was I so handsome made And not for use pray was it ever knowne But without danger one might use her owne I had no portion e're to set me forth And in these times not any man of worth Will take a Maid though she 's adorn'd with graces Well borne and bred till angels shew their faces Vnlesse some Vulcan that is coursely bred I ever loath'd to give my maiden-head To such a Clowne then blame me not to do Such things as Nature ever prompt me to I was not bred to labour with my hands I am a prisoner bound in Cupids bands All actions ent'red let them on me lye I will not vex here will I live and dye I knew thee not when thou cam'st to me first Thou might'st have parted having quencht thy thirst And kept away till I had sent for thee What is the spight that thou do'st owe to mee Thy money 's spent which makes thy envie burne A trull of six pence might have serv'd thy turne Thou being privie to thy poore estate Yet com'st to me I do thy basenesse hate I had thy money thou hadst pen'worths for it Thou wast content then now thou do'st abhor it I thought thou hadst a mint for I 'le say that Thou wast too free for ever to be fat I lov'd thee as I lov'd another man All of their wares will make the most they can Would'st have me watch thee in this time of griefe The hospitals are bound to give reliefe To men diseas'd what wouldst thou have me blam'd Cause thou do'st want or with the pox art sham'd Go like a Letcher 't is thy canker'd sore That was a breeding many yeares before Let me alone if once thou do'st me wrong My friends at Court shall quickly tame thy tongue Now like a prisoner standing at the bar His speech does faulter and his mind 's at war Against it selfe his very heart doth ake His hands do tremble and his knees do quake His eyes do sparkle with his haire upright His looks are gastly which might well affright A man to see his lips began to mutter But shame did silence them he could not utter A word compos'd but when he did begin To make reply he thought upon his sin Poore man distrest betwixt these two extreames Wake and be silent or discourse in 's dreames She never chang'd nor shamefull griefe nor feare Did once possesse her waiting still to heare His fruitlesse answer being in a trance He doth at last his spirit thus advance Letcher Vile strumpet guilty of all filthinesse The badge of shame none can it so expresse As thou deserv'st thou art a loathsome grave Thou swallow'st men alive still thou do'st crave The mouth of hell or else the Devils jawes Come short of thee thou open'st wide thy clawes Bring'st soules and bodies and their states in thrall Hell takes no money but thou takest all The Spiders venom and the loathsome Toad Are not so venome as to make aboad With such a Serpent go and hide thy face For to thy sex thou art a great disgrace Venus is chaste when she 's compar'd to thee And Messaline that was a whore so free Which bought her pleasure at so great a price Thou sell'st thy sin which doth increase thy vice Thou hell on earth let ages blaze thy shame Let time and death seale curses on thy name And let a Poet put thy sins in rime When thou art dead and rotten in thy slime Oh! let that place where first I met this jade Be barren ever let a dismall shade Attend upon it let that silent earth Breed only vermin with a monsters birth You fruitlesse plants how could you then abide me Time blast those trees because they did not hide me And let those springs that murmur'd other times For being silent then share in those crimes That were committed let them still be dry Or fill'd with teares and let all passers by Take and preserve some as a monument To shew my sins they may the like prevent And let that path which I went o're to see Be crost by none it brought a crosse to mee And ever let that whisp'ring gale of winde Be banisht too that would not prove so kinde As once to check me let the
light'ned aire Swell up with griefe and breake with close despaire And let those birds that were as Testes to it Because they saw and yet did let me do it Ne're sing againe and when they seeke their meat With empty crawes let them finde none to eat And let that T av rne where we first did drink Breake first the Master after let it sink And let those boyes that did at us connive Beare halfe the sin and let them never thrive Oh! let that house which doth resemble hell The place I meane where once this whore did dwell Be made a dung hill for it did invite me To sup with care for sorrow to benight me I am a patterne of this wished ill And on record my sins must tarry still Black like my crimes so is this dolefull letter It may preserve the good or make them better If any one shall read this tragick line That 's guilty let him joyne his heart with mine To live againe before we dye for ever I 'le give the onset from the world to sever And let the man who is endu'd with grace In this foule glasse behold his fairer face With care to keep it from this sinfull staine Teares will not cleanse it for 't is di'd in graine SECT 7. Of a child found murthered by a whore the mother of it A New-borne infant that was found of late Did move beholders to compassionate And drop downe teares for'twas a dreadfull sight I wish the murtheresse may be brought to light I do not doubt though present time conceale it Time will e're long grow angry and reveale it Iustice divine with Iustice here below Will find such out and make all murth'rers know Their hainous fact muse leave them till that time This object now may satisfie my Rime This infant by a woman first was found Rowl'd up together lying on the ground Put in a bag being black 't was thought therefore The mother of it was a black-bag whore 'T was clad in mourning and that made the shrowd 'T was buried in yet other was allow'd The neck was broke and twisted round about And wring'd so hard that streames of blood ran out Vpon the corps the neck was black and blue The face was pale the corps of sable hue The blood halfe water which might raise up feares As though the infant mingled it with teares One of the jawes was broke or else in crying It might have peacht the murther when 't was dying Or mov'd some pitie but 't is always knowne They 're worse than beasts who do destroy their owne Poore harmlesse infant there 's no reason why Thou being borne that guiltlesse thou should'st dye Yet be content death ended hath thy strife Thou might'st have liv'd in miserie thy life Have kinred claim'd with a continuall death Thou to thy Maker hast resign'd thy breath And in a moment thou thy race didst run Thy life did end so soone as 't was begun Thou art redeem'd now out of all distresse But yet the murther that is ne're the lesse Although thine eyes were clos'd with envious night Thou shalt behold the everlasting light Thy tender limbs shall to perfection grow In glory but we mortals know not how Thy soule that God infus'd shal now appeare Before him and be fill'd with comfort there Yet I must weep oh cal my partners hither 'T is fit the Iury-men should weep together For this vile murther 't is a dreadfull sin He shall be fore-man that will first begin In broken language let it be exprest For Interjections now are counted best Let every one here answer to his name And keep Decorum spredding out the shame Of this foule deed and make the aire to speak And cause the bowels of the earth to break Or bring the murtheresse out oh make it tremble For it is solid and cannot dissemble And let that house where now she draws her breath Sink downe or spew her out ' pon paine of death Or let her conscience sting make all appeare Or dreaming cry The murtheresse is here Or else the stones when she doth passe along First make her slip and after finde a tongue To make her knowne Let Constables not spare To use their power let it be their cafe To search suspected houses round about And for this purpose send the Beadles out There are such nests of night-birds in all places That are to be examin'd in such cases Oh that they were remov'd more Bridewels made That all might there beat hemp and drive a trade And if by any meanes you chance to finde her Bring her to Newgate let the Iaylor binde her And at the Sessions have her sentence then Go visit Tyburne now 't is new agen Come answer here O! murtheresse where art Thou art not quit for first or last the smart Will have thee outlaw'd and arrest thy life No baile shall free thee then begins thy strife Was 't not a fault thou didst commit before When thou to serve thy lust did'st turne a whore A foule offence and prostitute thy selfe Vnto a villaine or a roguish else But to a sin so bad thou add'st a worse To wrap thy selfe fast in a helplesse curse A work of darknesse thus thus to destroy Thy fruit thy selfe too thou hast cast away Where was the voyce of Nature none call to it If any call she never lets them do it Or where was conscience that she did not strive To tye thy hands and save thy babe alive Hadst thou no thought of God was he not there Did not his judgements strike thy heart with feare Nor what Christ did or suffer'd nor the story Of mans mortality nor heavens glory Nor of thy death nor yet of hell below Didst thou forget or didst thou never know Thou hadst a soule that living lives for ever If 't dyes in sin it is redeemed never Hadst thou no friend to speake a word in season And then to tell thee 't was against all reason To kill the infant thou hadst no pretence For this curst fact it was against all sense Thy Councellor alas it was the Devill He did command nay urg'd thee to this evill Didst think to hide thy shame that thought was vain Thou lay'st it open and thy inward paine Gives strength unto it still thy hatefull sore Breaks out with shame the Sessions bring thee more But at the Gallowes shame will then be double Conceited freedome brings thee into trouble Before th'Apparator might bring thee in To pay or else do penance for thy sin Thy life was not in danger Now 't is true The Hangman he will charge thee So adieu At first Citations might have serv'd to charge thee Pay and away but who can now enlarge thee They 'd not set thee on horse-back being tri'd Now all thy priviledge is thou shalt ride There will be much ado to bring thee to 't When all is done th'hadst better go a foot When thou art gone thy shame shall tarry still My tell-tale Muse will
everblaze thy ill All beasts are loving ever to their young They 'll feed preserve and rescue them from wrong Nay they will feed their young how e're they fare Nature pleads for 't 't is strange beasts have such care The birds do labour up and downe they fly To gather food against their young ones cry And are so tender of them one will stay To look to home when th' other is away Nay some so loving that they 'll spend their blood And lose their lives to do their young ones good But thou art curst the murther speaks no lesse A hellish policie thou didst expresse The Beare grows angry when she wants a whelp Thou ' story ' dst thy infant when it had no help The birds do shame thee they their young ones feed Thou murther'st thine thou art a Fowle indeed Thou art afraid of whisp'ring and thy life Is but like death call death to end thy strife Thy cursed practice which the Devill taught thee Is like a witch for to a strait't hath brought thcc Vnlike to all thou art but him in sinning Who was a murtherer from the beginning I 'le leave thee now and end my mournfull tones Time cals thee in for now the Gallows grones The Epitaph You passers by take notice of these stones Behaviour towards an infant cast away They 'll overlook this parcell of small bones And keep them safe untill the Judgement day Peace she is dead but if you aske me why She was begot conceiv'd and borne to dye SECT 8. Of two brave Blades that would hire a whore betwixt them by the yeare TWo roaring blades being on a time in drink I censure not judge you did they no stink Fierce time did blush when it had heard seen them They parl'd about keeping a whore betweene them I know a wench Tom said unto the other 'Faith Nick I love thee sworne I am thy brother That 's very handsome had she but apparrell Let 's take her home for we shall never quarrell Allow her meanes and use her both alike For she is loving and I know she 'll strike She 's well proportion'd and she 's very young And middle siz'd grac'd with a pleasing tongue She 'll be content with thirty pounds a yeere We 'll save one halfe from wine strong ale and beere Nick speake the word what shall we both go to her Or beare thy share and I will go and wooe her Nick paus'd a while his breath so strong did smell As if 't came from the upper part of hell Or else to say to lessen this his fault It came as from the bottom of a vault Being rais'd at last he belched out the smoke Then drank his cup and thus his minde he broke I like the motion if she be so neat Shee 'll be for us a dish of daintie meat Wee 'll take her over for such ware is deare With us or dangerous though they 're plentie here I 'le pay one halfe but yet I 'le see her first At any time shee 'll serve to quench our thirst But yet I feare shee 'll trade with other men Which if she doth wee 'll turne her home agen Tom. Tush never feare wee 'll order so the case To mew her up she shall not shew her face At any time for only thee and I Will keep her close that none shall her espy Wee 'll take a roome in private do not doubt Though one should seeke he shall not finde her out Her habit shall be plaine her face still mask'd Shee 'll constant be though she be often ask'd If she do prove to be a fickle lasse Wee 'll strip her bare and turne her out to grasse Farewell till night I 'le drink but this carouse Then go and revell in some bawdy house A speech of one in the company You make me blush to heare your consultation What are you shamelesse is not condemnation Appointed still to wait upon your sin Or d'yce forget your soules that you begin Your hell on earth what do you not regard God nor your selves what is there no reward For honesty or is your shape your stature And dispositions bent to ruine nature Nick. Pish hold your clack Are you in earnest or do you speak in jest 'T is bad enough is I should think the best Pray let me speake for reason's on my side My eares do tingle nor can I abide To heare your lavish casting out your shame I will not flatter least beare the blame Equall with you remember Death will straine Vpon your spirits Where will be your gaine Or pleasure when you are return'd to dust Then gastly crawlers feed upon you must Yet sin will live when you are in your graves And prove a foe sell not your selves for slaves Tom. Go prating asse Nick drink to me in beere This foole do's preach a chamber-lecture here The colt does play while bayard eates the chaffe The sow that 's silent cares up all the draffe Hang him he 's worse if time and place would fit He 'd hugg a wench and all that have but wit Would do as much Would he were hang'd for me That would not do 't but we shall scape all three We must take pleasure we shall nere be yonger We 'l leave it then when we can ha't no longer Reply I see'ts in vain to speak you both want reason You 're led by sense like beasts and practice treason Against your soules let senslesse creatures teach you Know heaven's angry vengeance that can reach you The clouds consult to bring a storme of weather The thunderbolts come now in troops together Charg'd full of fury if you will not yeeld You 'l have no quarter in that bloody field See how the streamers in the ayre are spred Some blew some white and some like blood are red Threatning destruction some of sable hue They seeme to mourne for men turn'd beasts like you The ayre is so corrupted with your breath It spits-out threatning and it sends out death Look how the river doth both swell and rage Chiding your folly it would cleere the stage Of such vile actors but'tis bended so Although it murmurs out it cannot goe It hath done justice on the like before Fire next must purge water can purge no more These trees look thin the leates fall off with feare Those that abide hang trembling quaking there The dust do's creep together and combind To turne to vermine or to make you blind The stones have all consented with the dust And wait to be reveng'd upon your lust Th' house cannot keep you speak I what I think Your hell-borne language that will make it sink All things are snares which for you lye in wait To take you napping or'tis my conceit The feather'd watchmen flying swift about Do cry for wrath against your comming out Se'ing in your vilenesse to exceed you strive The earth doth gape to swallow you alive Then I perceiving dangers were so nigh There left those varlets and away went
ran about And suddenly put all the candles out Then every man laid hold upon a Nunne Which with consent did into corners runne But in this Night-prize one among the rest Applauds his fortune he had catcht the best But walking in the dark o' th' sudden mist her And when she spoke he knew it was his sister Then he cry'd out ho some one change with me I 've light upon my sister she will be For any but my selfe Sin all they did But Fame was mov'd and would not have it hid A shamefull visit hatefull love is showne Sin death and helldo ever loath their owne Societies of sin mask'd with a show Of strict devotion next to hell we know Do take their ranks for barren showes are curst A'nd hypocrites are of all people worst How hatefull's that profession that restraines Virgins from marriage when their swelling veines Breake into law lesse lusts their acts are vilde The father 's robb'd thus of his hopefull childe And Priories when they receiv'd their rent Engag'd the yeoman else they 'd have 'em shent To bring a virgin faire and in her prime That they might keepe her untill such a time Then turne her out with shame this they thought good 'T was not for lust ' was but to purge their blood They are the bane of people where they dwell They make such houses Nurseries for hell SECT 16. Of a Letcher and how the Devill assum'd the shape of a Malesactresse that had been hang'd and lay with him Dr. Stroza Cigognu nobilis Vinetinus Theologus Philosophus Lib. de magia omnifaria c. A Wanton man if I a man may call him Engag'd to lust shame did at last be fall him In whoredome drunkennesse he spent his time His lodging suted to his loathsome crime But walking all alone along the street Being very dark he did a woman meet And heard her mutt'ring as she went along Complaining of her husband and the wrong That she receiv'd how she was much abus'd Turn'd out of doores and how her friends were us'd This lustfull Ape thinks he has got a prey Pities her case and thus to her did say Faire mistresse walk with me and you shall have A lodging to your minde I only crave Your love for rent 't is cheape although't be best Accept this kindnesse you shall be my guest Small courtship serv'd away with him she went To what he did desire she gave consent And when he had beheld her in the light Found her exceeding faire oh how her sight Did ravish him both in a bed they lay Where they did spend some time but when the day Broke in upon them all delights were past He turn'd about for she had breath'd her last Her corps lay by him cold as any stone He felt her carkasse but her life was gone Then feare and shame possest his raving minde He call'd the Bawd nor he nor she can finde The cause of this her death they 're much dismay'd Nor can they hide what sin hath now bewray'd The neighbors heard it and came running in They knew her face she suffer'd for her sin The sentence of the Law death was her paine But yet the Devill took her up againe To do more work with policies to strive Al hough she serv'd him all her time alive But Succuba is gone left sin and shame Vpon the score to blast this villains name She 's buried once againe she 'll rise no more To case the Devill or to turne a whore But now this Letcher findes his fact is knowne His hope his name his credit 's overthrowne How Gentlemen his company did shun How every one that knew what he had done Abhorr'd his sight his friends as all amaz'd With feare and shame they strangely on him gaz'd And how the guilt did call upon his crime To make his name the by-word of the time Griefe seiz'd upon him shame did make him sad His lust was tam'd although his minde was mad In this forlorne estate he liv'd a space But dying still he striv'd to hide his face From all the world the place where he doth dwell Doth paint out flames and represent a hell The flesh that feedshim doth commence a suit Against him too eats like forbidden fruit What 's blest is curst to him he spies a fish And thinks he has a Scorpion in his dish H s drink doth change its nature by his fin 'T will not asswage his scalding heat within He hates his gold and envies his apparrell And every day he strives to pick a quarrell With what he doth possesse 't will help to burne him In his conceit nor can disswasions turne him I' th' night he thinks his bed-fellow doth drive The Furies cry Take him away alive He 's to himselfe and all things else a slave But suddenly he dropt downe to his grave All cry'd that saw him lying on the brim Let Incubus ne're enter into him His Epitaph THis man did live like a lascivious Ape Spending his strength in sensuall lust and pleasure The Devill did assume a fellowes shape To humour him and gives his lust full measure The grave 's his bawd the devill was his whore H' has now enough that nere was cloyd before SECT 17. Of a North-countrey mans meeting a trull and how they were drunk together his complaint WIthin the Northern parts near Neptun's plains Where Thetis us'd to feed her frisking trains Thin Boreas with his breath did charme the flood Envy'd the dwellers there and cool'd their blood The soile was barren too the men grew poore They wrought and eat to live but eat no more Than Nature crav'd withall 't was not so ill Some fill'd themselves some did their purses fill But one among them having store of gold Resolv'd to ride a journey from the cold And in the South awhile he did abide He had a feeling in the case beside And being there his blood began to thaw His lust arose and sought against the law He of his sinns did make himselfe a sword And judg'd the law to be an empty word He meets a whore she smil'd to him she spoke Then he reply'd and thus his mind he broke Kaind lovin mastresse Feath aies be tak-en wee thee vary face Gee mee thee hond aies kee'st o sick a grace Tha hast at eance ceame let mee clap mine arme About thee middell thare is mickle charme Geine from theene eyes in 't I con freelee ha Mine weell of thee an minit ist a da. Benison leeght on thee Iles gee thee wine Sa mack I love tha ceame troth thee beest mine Away they went together what they did 'Cause 't was a stranger let that fault be hid He having staid till midnight with that punk Then out they reel'd together both being drunk The watchmen found'em but the cunning whore Gave them the slip another watch before Perceiv'd a running post catcht her at last Put her in Bridewell there she 's bolted fast And for the countrey-man his
are freed the reckoning must be paid Now farewell cloke it 's like to go in trouble The sweet is past the sower will be double The whore will car'it quickly he is drawn To quit himselfe to put his cloak to pawn Well gone it is he sends it by this whore He takes no leave but never sees it more He 's pawn'd the while his word they will not take Nor can I blame them now his heart doth ake Yet not recover'd like a beast he sits This whore and drink have rob'd him of his wits This is thy doome poore foole thou must abide it Thy shame breaks out thou hast no cloak to hide it Muse stay a while for yonder comes the lade And thou shalt know what markets she hath made She being come begins to tell her tale What paines she took to put the cloak to sale She should have pawn'd it for a noble price But she hath sold it for a noble thrice One part she gave to him the other two She kept her selfe thus queanes do use to do One of the parts she reckons for her paines The other part she counted for her gaines This long-lane Broker well deserves a check He judgment gives and hangs it by the neck Its master thought it should but beare's expences 'T is faine to suffer for his foule offences Wast known by any has it ever been That cloaks were punisht for their Masters sin This tyrant shows some favour to the Cape 'T was prov'd that was not guilty of the Rape It had reveal'd them had it not been blind And sham'd them too but that it hung behind Then he perceiving how the markets went His cloak being gone and all his money spent And he himselfe is brought to such disgrace He 'l be but hist at when he shews his face Vnto the whore thus he his mind did utter Shame mov'd his tongue he could but only mutter Thou dunghill Iade thou hast undone me quite The time 's accurst that I came in thy sight Thou tempting witch thou rotten hag thou monster How vile thou art the World can never conster 'T was thou 't was thou did'st draw me unto sin Thou jear'st me now what pickle am I in Time where 's thy sithe oh that my glasse were run I had been blest had I not seen the Sun With that he stopt griefe had his spirits sunk He could not speak then thus begins the Punk Thou prating foole I took thee for an Asse Thou art a Rascall like a coxcombe passe Thou foule-mouth'd villaine what doest raile at me Go hang thy selfe and ease thy misery Thou simple drone doe'st think to lick the hony In Forma pauperis hast thou spent thy money And art thou vext who i st can give thee help Thou art too yong alas poore sucking whelp Hast lost thy cloak maintain'd how should I bee Or such as I but by such fooles as thee Do'st cry hold up thy head and let me kisse thee Kisse somewhere else if I do chance to misse thee Go learne more wit if thou so canst and then Get money too 't and come to me agen Vntill that time I will thy absence crave This is no jeare and so adew poore slave He sighes and weeps nor can he think of rest What dreadfull torment doth possesse his brest He 'd faine be gone and yet as faine would stay But that his cash is spent he must away But whether knows he not 't is his intent Home to returne yet fearing to be shent His mind doth change he 'd go then to his kindred But he shall shame them so his journey 's hindred If he dos walk by day his friends will spy him Or if by night the watch-men will desery him He giving no accompt then they in rage Will put him into Bridewell or the Cage His cloke he cannot get yet goes about it Nor has he food nor can he live without it He thus laments his case Wretch that I am was I not worse than mad To yeeld to such a whore I 'me worse than bad Vndone undone I have my Fortunes crost My Friends are turn'd my Foes my credit 's lost As I do who can live nor can I dy My death 's to live in what a strait am I Me thinks the earth doth speake to my disgrace The stones the dust spit venom in my face Boreas is angry growing sharp and thin The clowdy Ayre swels to revenge my sin The Heavens frown they 'l not endure my sight The dayes controwler scornes to give me light Could I with these but once more have a truce And with my Friends if ever such abuse I do commit again then let me be A modell of disgrace that all by me May warning take oh how do I repent Of all my basenesse homeward I am bent I will submit what though my master please For punishment send me to little ease Or els corrects me private let him do it I have deserv'd it and I 'le yeeld unto it In living thus it adds unto my sorrow Fall back or edge home I will go to morrow SECT 26. Of a fight betwixta whore and her Money-lesse guest and upon what termes they parted ASattin Trull that had bewitcht a man With her inchantments for the Devill can Fulfill his pimps desires a Conjur'd spell Works wonders strange being newly brought from hel She with her powder charmes or that black art Makes him her pray and seazeth on his heart She like a spider weaves her web so fine Fac'd like an Angell and her speech divine A perfect hypocrite so full of Sin None but the Devill was more full within I 'le not describe her with her painted face Her Character is in another place This paultry whore liv'd at so high a rate So Lady-like she must be serv'd in state With dainty fare in plate she will not faile So long as she keeps coying with her taile This painted flye spends all that he can get For he 's took prisoner in the Spiders net He thought of nothing but of sport and play At last this flye had worne his wings away A captive he remaind and was content To undergo't 't was sweet imprisonment In his conceir but 't was the Spiders will To cast her venom to infect him still At last the flye got loose away went he Creeping along because he could not flee Oft he was catcht because he felt no paine He longs to be a prisoner once againe Ere he had got his strength or impt his wings With golden feathers divers other things Were wanting too as policy and wit Which made this vermine shew a Bedlam fit What com'st thou here for what hast brought no money Thou simple drone dâ—st think to taste the honey ' Pon quarter ticket can I sup or dine Or pay my rent except thou bringst me coyne Words cannot clothe me they are cheap but thou Regardst me not thou broughtst me nothing now Then like a Panther flew she in his face Her clawes
and the use But left the reasons out her foule abuse Is now discover'd yet she dos deny it He 's but a knave that sayes it I defie it But being prov'd so plainly to her face And where she was she alter'd then her case Not by submission but she was more bold And told her husband sir you are too old For my young yeares you cannot give delight I like you ill by day but worle at night Age makes you senselesse just like wood or stone You take up roome but all your vigor's gone Besides you are so fretfull and so froward So hide-bound jealous dogged and untoward I cannot love you I must take my pleasure I am too quick to tarry your dull leisure You knew my mind before yet you would crave My person but my love you could not have You urg'd my friends and they prevail'd with me To give my hand my heart did ne're agree Was not your act in that as bad as this Pray pardon me then though I doe amisse He staid not to reply nor to relate How by her meanes he was unfortunate Nor of her former carriage nor that act Though her dissembling did increase the fact But he in fury open'd wide the dore And turn'd her out now she 's a licenst whore She 's knowne abroad and she willtrade with many And by degrees with sharking rogues or any That are but young she 'l freely share a stake But with no old man for her husbands sake Within the city she doth first begin To set up for her selfe and truck with fin She keeps all open and she freely can Bid welcome to the master or the man But yet she stayes not long in any place She 'l change her name and often change her face Yet now and then the prisons crave a fee They' are largely paid by such a one as she Some by her lost their credits some their health Some lost their soules I feare and all their wealth Men were bewitcht by this deluding sinner And when she found her hel-black troop came thinner She left the city walls though there 't was fading She thought the skirts would yeeld her constant trading When she had found a guest that pleas'd her eye She never left him till sh 'had drawne him dry But walking by her selfe two sparks did dog her And one of them was but a petty-fogger Of true-bred whore-masters he had the straine H 'had shamelesse speech his nose was dy'd in graine He wanted wit and money but his hope Because he had relation to the Pope He should be fortunate and welcome to her And any friendly office he can do her Put coyne aside she shall command him still All that he craves is only her good will That he may wait upon her to a minut He 'll do her service she may trust him in it She entertaines this servant of renowne But with his Mistris he 's familiar growne And very inward yet if you had spi'd him You would have thought the Hospitall had fri'd him Pretending businesse at her chamber late And e're she rose they two must lye and prate What else they did at any time or place I 'll leave it on the score time will not race The shame away they all the debt must pay Or here below or at the Iudgement day This letcherous Trull is carelesse of her name Forgets her soule and makes a jest at shame She has her choyce of Rascals 'mong the rest One season'd whore-master doth like her best He 's very brave although he be not rich His colour 's like to carrion in a ditch His life doth stink as bad he had a wife But whilst she liv'd she had a begging life He spends his meanes and time to keepe this whore And for her sake he 'll make his children poore His friends forsake him he is led by sense He 's scorn'd of all men that 's his recompence The Cancars make him vex 't is worst of all They visit him at every spring and fall They search within and creepe up in their kinde To seize upon his eyes and make him blinde This quean doth carry 't smoothly with her tongue She does deceive men modest looks among Are mixt with her deceits and with the best She strives to dwell and make her whorish nest And goes in modest habit none can know But that she 's honest by the outward show With whores 't is growne in fashion in our times With seeming modestie to hide their crimes Where ere she comes her promises are large If custome faile she cannot pay the charge If she be forc'd her lodging to remove They must beleeve she 'll leave her emptie love Behinde in pawne this pawne is cheape and ill But if she pay not they must keepe it still Long she continu'd in this shamefull course No alteration but from bad to worse The old man tries all meanes to change her minde All is but labour lost nor can he finde Content without her he his time had past With discontent Death darted him at last And now she 's joviall all her debts she 'll pay If they can get 'em when he 's cloath'd in clay To time I 'll leave her she must take her turne By death e're long Now he 's laid in his urne His Epitaph THis Seignior sold his joy to please his lust He did repent on 't when his heat was quenchs Time judg'd it fitter he should match with dust When he with brinish sorrow had been drencht Dame Nature envies all unequall matches Death for his fault doth keepe him under hatches SECT 29. Of a proud stately Harlot raised by her sin how she rain'd divers and of many passages in the prosecution of it THe gallant whore who goes in rich aray Turns day to night the night she 'll turn to day Although at first her breeding was but base Sprouts as a branch from some Imformers race Being somewhat handsome in her blushing prime She thinks it best to make use of her time Some braying Asse that can but use his tongue He 'll complement they being both but young Are soone be witcht with one anothers faces Then for their ends they have their meeting places Till at the last this Asse had shed his coat His braying alters to a mourning note The Sergeants Bailiffs do encrease his feares Poore Asse at last doth prick or shake his eares And thinks his heelcs are better than his hands He whips away into the Netherlands This Queane adornes her like a modest Maid Alas another is by her betray'd Now she being cunning will not serve his lust His fire burnes and marrie her he must A little while they do in pleasure swim At last he findes she made an Oxe of him He then complain'd Alas what did I meane To marrie thus an over-ridden queane His way of trading he doth quite neglect His Creditors will give him no respect His stock 's confirm'd his credit all is lost Poore simple man he with this whore
please thee Speak pettish foole thy mind and that will ease thee Sister though I am poore I hold it no disgrace My honestie's my portion and my face Is not asham'd I dare to shew it where You cannot yours unlesse it be in feare With my condition I am well contented Though you are rais'd you are to be lamented My labour likes me but the world can tell You go the way which ends at last in hell What is your state for all your costly diet 'T is true content to have a conscience quiet What should I do if I commit such evill But give my soule and body to the Devill What you enjoy is all but painted glory The repetition makes a shamefull story Should I consent then all that did me meet Would blaze my shame along the open street What e're I got what would availe my store When all shall point and say There goes a whore And when I dye my sins would then out-live me Such gaine is losse and what the world can give me Can no whit coole the scalding heat of sin Nor bribe the conscience but it will bring in A sad relation to increase my smart Then pleasing sin will prove a mortall dart Pray urge me not the stones your words do heare They melt with passion and they quake with feare The rustling leaves do grumble at your talk The trees do threaten vengeance as we walk See how the grasse is now bedew'd with teares O're-spred with palenesse over-charg'd with feares The fish did spie us as they were at play And were asham'd and so they slunk away Bright Phoebus too is hid behind a clowd To blast your counsell being not allow'd The world affords no place for sin to dwell T'go out is worse for'tis to go to hell The truth ere long this sinfull world shall finde And have reward all suted in their kinde What growne precise what conscionable stuffe You trade in now I know you have enough Pray sell me some and I will pay you well But passe your word it shall me keepe from hell Conscience I think it is you prate about He 's hang'd long since to put you out of doubt You shew your wit is this for my reward To get you freed and giving you regard 'T was meerly love to you that did incite me To do you good but ill you do requite me You saucieslut is this the thanks I have To trick you up and make you fine and brave To censure me and slight me for my paines You 'll damne me for 't and curse me and my gaines Pray get you gone and if you cannot brooke it A better place let conscience go and seeke it I 'll heare no lectures nor be taught by you I know enough your counsellis so new 'T is not digested never see me more Nor call me sister be thou nere so poore I 'll never owne thee nor the least reliefe Will give to thee to qualifie thy griefe Your Maiden-head and honesty together Will feed you then and cloath you from the weather Conscience is but a Tyrant at the best And in distresse will never let thee rest The Law of Nature bids thus take delight And makes things meet to please our appetite It kindles love and breeds desire to it Who durst say 'T is not lawfull then to do it Some Bedlam Stoick did at first devise That wanted nature treason stuft with lies To mew us up The earth had too much treasure When all was free and all might take their pleasure Have birds free leave to change once every yeare And beasts in common ' gender free from feare Shall we that once were made to keepe them under Enjoy lesse sweet in being kept asunder A learned Poetsutes a Bedlams dreame And idle nurses to the conscience theame ' The lesse the better then whence this will fall 'T is to be perfect to have none at all 'T is not for youth but for declining age To act a winter Satyre on the stage Frost is till then prodigious we may do What lustfull youth and pleasure prompts us to What say'st to this thou froward silly girle Which wilt thou chuse the pibble or the pearle To live in credit or receive disgrace In some poore cottage still to hide thy face Do'st love the warmth or do'st affect the cold Gaine something young or beg when thou art old Come learne some wit my care of thee is such That joynes with love which makes me speak so much Feare thou not hell or ever to be cast From heaven why we may repent at last This silly virgin now is in distresse Faine would she speake but words cannot expresse Her troubled minde she slides downe silent teares Her face is wan within she 's full of feares She would deny but feares her sisters blame She would consent but that she feares the shame She viewes the state and has desire to it She now resolves and yet she will not do it She 'd faine be gone but that she knowes not whither She 'l stay then go and yet conclude of neither How is thy comely visage changed quite How is the Rose fell from the Lilly white That were compos'd so lovely in thy face They 're hid with teares and left thee in disgrace Alas thy griefe cannot be well expreft A world of care torments thy tender brest Thou want'st a friend oh that I had been by I 'd have theelive as one day thou would'st dye One graine of grace is better than the world Perfumes thy dust when in thy grave thou' rt hurl'd Where 's now thy courage think but how that gaine That 's got by sin will breed eternall paine Though time be short thou wilt out-live thy pleasure Then all thy gaine will prove but hell-bred treasure Why do'st thou sleepe thou registerst within What art thou birb'd that thou do'st wink at sin Or do'st thou wait till wrath shall cloud the weather For hungry death to sum up all together Yet she resolves to cast those dumps away Though not invited they conclude to stay To vex her more till at the last by sin She strives by force to let ill spirits in Now she 's possest Alas she is ensnar'd Forgets the curse that is in hell prepar'd For desp'rate sinners O! thou foole to sell Thy selfe and make an entrance into hell She 's confident and will no more be crost Her maiden-head is sweetest when 't is lost For gaine she trades she sels she hath such tricks Her maiden-head at least to five or six When she can hide no longer this device Then she grows common at a lower price He leave her here I have no hope to mend her I wish her turne againe or death to end her Now for the whore which was the cause of this She glories in 't there 's nothing done amisse In her conceit her heart is like a rock And she 's as shamelesse as a senslesse stock To this preferment hath she brought ther brother To make
Yet hags did walke Owlesfly and serpents creep Sleep that was kin to death laid some to rest Lust that was kin to hell had some possest Among the rest three gentlemen whose worth Was not worth naming newly comming forth Into the street straight one of them began To speak but judge was 't like a gentleman You know my boys how freely I did eate Of that made dish it was provoking meat It warmes my blood and summons up my lust To seek some Curtizan ye faith I must I boyle and burne within who can endure it 'T is a disease a youthfull sin would cure it Boone cavaleres le ts seek about for ease I know you 're both so sick of my disease As I am now there are Stews in this Town We 'l have the wenches or we 'l pull 'em down I m confident should I a Devillmeet Shap'd like a woman walking in the street He shall netscape my hands but I would try If he had flesh whe're he would with melic Alas poore Sodoms Imp thou 'lt quickly know Him from a woman when you meet below Come Noble blades walk but along with mee I 'le find a present remedy for all us three Be you but bold and then we need not feare My ride's too strong for flesh and blood to beare If we should misse t' attaine a wench with words Then let 's be valiant and draw out our swords We 'l neither beg nor steale we will but borrow A curtesy we'llaugh and pay to morrow Thus said a we man did appeare in 's sight A page before her be aring of a light Compleat in show so beautifi'd and faire Her eyes did light and pierce the clouded aire To whom this fore-man thus begins to prate 'Save you faire Lady walk you here so late I 'm mov'd with pitty who can chuse but moane Your sad condition walking here alone Accept me as your servant none shall wrong You by the way if I but walke along I am a Gentleman and 't is my use Thus to preserve faire Ladies from abuse Grant me this favour cast a smi'e on me Had I your love how happy should I be Then she repli'd sir this your sweet behaviour Your love your care your undeserved favour You shew to me deserves more love than I Shalle're requite untill the time I dye But whil'st I live I 'le ne're forget to prize Your kindnesse to requite you I 'le devise I was by sriends invited to a feast Although I say 't I was the chiefest guest They were so over joyed with my sight We could not part till twelve a clock at night My husband 's gone from home if he should know That I was out so late he 'ld snuffe and throw Much like a Mad-man if you did him sec As you' are a Gentleman you 'd pity me Home I must go if he 's at home before He 'l brawl and fight and kick me out of dore ' Pon small occasions he will raise up strife He 's still unkind I live a weary life They hearing this did think it was the lasse That they did seek for many words did passe Amongst them all her words did give them strength And drew them on with one consent at length They ventur'd out this blast Sweet mistris never feare for you shall find True friends of us soloving and so kind As ever Lady did our lives and all Shall lie at stake to free you srom this thrall The churle shall know that we will take your part And rub his gils and when he feeles the smart He 'l grow more tame pish hang this froward foole We 'l find a trick to make his fury coole A jealous coxcombe we may hit the veine And let him blood then that will help his braine Then by and by a key her page drew out Let them into a roome all hang'd about With Taffata the colour perfect yellow A fire in 't where they did think to swallow Their pleasures in by grosse soon she was drawn To prostitute her selfe when they did fawn And praise her beauty she did quench their fire Each one of them fulfill'd his vile desire When they had found such full and sweet content How faire she was how soon she did consent They judge her as a prize of wonderous worth She scorns their coyne they set her beauty forth The more at large Much kindnesse they would do her If she 'l but grant they may come often to her Their pleasure was but short yet in that space They prais'd her limbs her hands her eyes her face Then thus she spake why do you now rejoyce In this your sudden and unwary choyce What have you gain'd now but a horrid prize A shew of goodnesse which will prove but lies Then one of them reply'd I think you are So faire so handsome and beyond compare For qualities of such a sweet condition France cannot shew the like had I commission To search the fairest out I 'ld come to you And what I speake is nothing but your due With that she answer'd turne your eyes and see What purchase you have got you lay with mee And had delight now bid adieu to pleasure For your reward is worse than empty measure Then pulling up her garments from below The stormes did rise the furious wind did blow And presently they heard such claps of thunder As if the earth were forc'd to rend in sunder The lightning flasht or elsthey'd had no light And there they did behold the fearful'st sight That ever eyes beheld the sight of hell The horrid shapes the blacknesse of the cell The burning in 't the dreadfull cloven feet The gasping ghosts how Devils did them greet Then presently they were struck down to gether The house was vanish't and the stormy weather Was put to silence but they three were found Groveling in mire all the City ground Could never match that odious stinking place This Divelish whore there leaves them in disgrace One comming by when Titans flags were spread And spide them all but one of them was dead The other two lay wallowing in the dirt Besides the filth none could perceive'em hurt But they found death was making way within Their soules were wounded with the curse of sin They for a Priest with one consent did cry They 'd faine confesse their crimes before they dye In this distresse time did affoord them hope That they should have their pardon from the Pope He that did first vent out lascivious breath Now fals to be the second man for death For on the morrow death being mov'd with lust Did ravish him then left him in the dust The other two dayes after did resigne Himselfe to death Now if this quill of mine Were dipt in blood 't would make the reader feare A where for ever and to drop a teare For these unhapy men Oh! never more Let lust prevaile the Devil 's turn'd a whore Oh! horrid state what case were these men in To poison time and dye in
black and yellow are not beauties marks I am afraid but take it as a wipe Thy patches shew that thou art rotten ripe Pull off thy playsters for they cover scabbs Which are the marks oft times of lust full drabbs Who taught thee 't was 't a witch a whore or devill For such are forward'st in all kind of evill The poysoning witch that did to Tiburne march Was held the first that brought up yellow starch Did Turne-bull street first find it tell me then Is 't not a hide-shame made to poyson men Or did the trulls of Shore-ditch find it first To trap poore gulls speak who if any durst It is conceiv'd 't was us'd at first by those To hide the grincomes or a pocky nofc What serv'st thou for but to disgrace the age Or t' make a pupper t' act the suries rage Th'adst better buy some painting there 's some made Both red and white by one that drives the trade 'T is very cheap and common whores may have it And being cheap the Gallants will not crave it 'T is very stiffe the worst is in the close 'T is temper'd with the droppings of her nose Thou must not use it cold for so 't is ill First warme thy selfe in Bride-well at the mill Or at the hemp-block and thy graine being rough Will drink it in so done it 's dainty stuffe I would have holpe thee to 't hadst thou not vex't Casheere thy spots and when I meet thee next I 'le tel thee where 't is sould Thy black within Is worse than that which are the spotts of sin But these doe represent thee to the levell Of eyes and thoughts to be a female divell Thou art not like to hell for this I know Thy face is full of springs thou burn'st below But yet 't is strange although the water's higher And constant runs it cannot quench the fire Hold her she 's mad my friends pray come not near her Her chapps doewag she 'le speak stand still and heare her Is Bedlam broke or art thou now growne mad You saucy jack am I am I so bad As thou wouldst make me no I scorne thy prate Sir stay your clack your boldnesse I doe hate Th' art either mad or drunk I 'le pawne my life Or else thou wouldst not sow nor stir up strife Th' art both I see Tom simple's mad or mellow A drunken man is still the busiest fellow The earth affords hadst thou not lost thy wits I for a need could shew some Bedlam fits To make thee wilde but modesty restraines me Am I a whore who is it that disdaines me What though I weare a dressing on my head Of other haire I did not rob the dead Nor borrow it for time the truth I 'le tell 'T was given me by one that lov'd me well If he were here my part hee 'd quickly take And make thee run I we are it for his sake All helps that nature can to give content May we not use this is my ornament Thou dost not like my looks then keep away Till I send for thee time may come I may Take just revenge but till thy braines are settl'd I will not do 't then faith I 'le have thee nettl'd Thou railst against the patches on my face Which are by wiser judg'd to be a grace I 'de have you know you idle prating foole I did not goe to learne at shore-ditch schoole Nor yet at Clarken-well but at the Court Where Ladies oft and gallants doe resort To learne new fassions there thou dost abuse What Ladies with my selfe and gallants use If 't were so bad as thou wouldst make it then It would not be esteem'd 'mongst gentlemen Thou durst not for thy life speak halfe so much To courtly gallants nor to any such That are of Noble birth thy rude proceeding Do's shew thou ne're didst taste of gentle breeding Abuse a gentlewoman my fingersitch Is sparke or Lady devill whore or witch Say 't if thou dar'st for they first found it out Therefore'tis lawfull Why should any doubt Whatere I doe I have examples for it What matter i' st though threed-bare fooles abhor it What thou hast said I sweare I 'le make thee prove it But for the Law 't is known I doe npt love it Nor will I rare my selfe so low the prize Is not worth winning hang 't 't is all but lies Go get thee gone I pay for rent and dyet What in my chamber can I not be quiet Pray mistris hackney coole your grease a little A gentle-woman raile you learnd at spittle I am not mad in giving you your due Nor yet a foole I speak but that that 's true Thy false attire does but spread thy name Thy patches doe not hide but note thy shame Thy haire 's a token given by a friend That and thy patches marke thee like a fiend Thy recknings hald which shewes thou art a wench Whose face is Negro-like whose head speaks French If Ladies use it can they set thee free From death or hell or any miserie Will gallants plead and say it is no sin Let loosers prate say didst thou ever win Respect from any by 't examples doe Bespeake a hell and make thee guilty too I cannot think that Courtiers are such sotts To borrow heads or trim themselves with spotts Vnlesse they 're old or by mischance growne bare Or t'hide some faults 't will help such crazy ware I will not answer what thy vip'rous tongue Hath mutter'd out though thou hast done me wrong I' st not too much that thou so long hast bin A prostitute and do'st thou now begin T'rake hell afresh because thy old sin leaves thee Against thy will till death of life bereaves thee Who can expect thy change hell longs to greet thee Adiew take heed the divell comes to meet thee SECT 49. Of a Band that hired a Maid and not proving to her expectation shee accuseth her of theft A modest maid that had a comely face And all her parts well suted with such grace As free'd her from defect so was her mind Enricht with vertue few she came behind Her fortunes were but poor being meanly bred Of meanes sh 'had little store her friends were dead To service she must goe no other way She has to live unlesse she 'd go astray But that she hated As she went abroad To seek a place she met a common bawd Who did salute her thus What ailes my pretty maid to look so sad What all amort fie this is too too bad Pluck up thy heart and chide away thy folly Tho'lt spoile thy face if thou grow'st melancholy Thou' rt fatherlosse 't is true but what of that Cast of thy dumps for care will kill a cat Come dwell with me I 'le be to thee a mother I 'le thee maintaine thou needst not care for other I 'le give thee so much wages thou shalt find it Twice doubled too hold here 's a piece to bind it This harmelesse soule mistrusting nothing lesse