make Think on that burning bed that furious lake That boiles with brimstone oh forsake this way Or else the fiends will take you for their prey I 'had rather beg my bread while here I dwell Than beg and howle and be deny'd in hell Some I have knwne being taken with a smile That serv'd their lusts though time did wink awhile It call'd in death then thus they make their moane The sowre is come but all the sweet is gone Seeing such objects bleeding then thought I Who would so live so living would not dye As doth the Bee his progresse flye about And lights on weeds and yet sucks honey out So have I drawne good from this loath some evill And learnd a way how to deceive the devill I hate those vermine that doe haunt your house My vailes your proffers are not worth a I will be freed from 't now I goe about it Give me free leave or else I 'll goe without it He being freed from this vile shamefull strife Doth now resolve to lead an honest life I wish him happinesse still more to know What 't is to be redeem'd from hell below Was 't ever knowne that any came from hell Or any chang'd that once with whores did dwell There 's none so bad that if they can but leave Their sinfull wayes but mercie may receave Let none presume and yet let none despaire When stormes are past the heavens will be faire Muse stay not here this convert to applaud But rurne thy selfe to shame this shamelesse bawd Shee melts her grease as shee is running yonder With blood-hound sent to seek a pimp or pander Shee meets a shark they needs must drink a cup He eannot serve she takes a begger up Shee chang'd his raggs and robb'd him of his And now he 's proud and falls unto his vice With expedition having man'd a whore He gets a fee now I shall ne're be poore I must be wise thinks he though I am bold My pläce is warme an open barne is cold He fits her humour knowing once her minde And she ere long will pay him in his kinde They love so strongly who would have 'em parted Till they 'ave been whipt and both together carted He to the bawd spake thus and prais'd his place Pimp Blest be the time that ere I saw your face This is the service I did strive to gett And by good fortune we together mett I 'm over-joy'd that I this place now have who 'ld live to beg and be so poore a slave You know my minde I likewise know your bent I make no doubt but I shall give content Oh! happy night that brought so sweet a morrow Come fill this bowle I 'le drink away all sorrow Bawd If thou prov'st right thou 'lt eas'ly please my mind Though I am hasty thou shalt find me kind And to my wenches thou must loving bee And courteous still that Gentlemen may see Thou do'st respect them they 'll reward thy pains When thou do'st find thy constant weekly gains 'T will cheere thy heart Look that in any case Thou art not often absent from thy place Ne're go to Church for what should'st thou do there 'T will make thee heavie and bring needlesse feare Nor read nor study things being strict and high Will break thy brains why should not thou and I Live merrily I have the dainti'st books Of poetry if thou but cast thy looks Vpon them once sadnesse will steale away They make my guests as merry as the day And if thou lov'st me never friendship have With any that are strict they 'll dig a grave To bury pleasure in they 'll prate of death Of judgement hell charme thee with their breath If any one thou know'st that has but coyne And loves a wench the gains shall halfe be thine If thou canst win him Do but break a jest To find his bent then never let him rest But bring him home we 'll ease him of his cash Do 't by degrees thou must not be too rash I have two wenches Kate and little Nell Th' are pretty rouges and have their Art so well Who ever comes and does but with them play He 's taken then they make his gold their pray These things and more hereafter shalt thou learne Hold up thy head speak thou art for my turne Pimp Pray make no question on 't for I 'le be true And kind to all but most of all to you I have a master that 's a joviall blade He 's full of gold I know he loves the trade He 'll often aske as I by him do passe Where dwels a handsome young and trading lasse Do as you promise let me share a stake I 'le lay a bait him we shall quickly take When he attends on some fine Curtezan And gets a double fee he 's then a man Much in request he struts and cocks his hat And has forgot he was a beggars brat He 's bold and shamelesse that 's in him requir'd With bawds and whores 't is chiefly still desir'd Thus he goes on the whores do on him smile He 's merry-mad but in a little while The common Iayles with Bridewell do consent To keep this Pimp close to his punishment And by degrees his body with disease Grows weake his sin doth fast upon him seaze His legs do grudge to beare him any longer All means are blasted that should make him stronger His old familiars he againe must have Those six-legg'd creepers bring him to his grave Whether he dy'd to satisfie the Law Or by a hedge or on a pad of straw Or is he tumbled int'a stinking ditch 'T is one of these but 't is no matter which Where e're he lies there let him still remaine For if you stir him he will stink againe His Epitaph HEre lies a beggar that was lately made A Pimp to serve a Bawd and man a Whore 'T is strange a beggar should sorsake his trade It made him poorer than he was before His bosome-friends return'd t' increase his strife Conspir'd with death to take away his life And now the bawd is growne so rank in smell So stale and hated where she us'd to dwell That she takes leave of joviall merrie blith And having quite outliv'd her haire her teeth For Partridge Chickins Quaile she 'll often crave it Worse meat must serve she 'll eat when she can have it Her custome leaves her now her houshold stuffe Must go to pawne for bread sh' has scarce enough To feed her craving jawes her kinred all Forsake her loath her in this shamefull thrall She vomits out her breath None ever spi'd A gastly'r sight And so she sunk and di'd Her Epitaph 'A Woman Bawd who did much mischiefe hatch Did harbour vermin to corrupt the age She had a fob to hide them from the watch Now she lies plaister'd in this earthen cage Death takes the Drone which us'd to rob the hive She has a grave who was a grave alive SECT 5. Of two
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
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
him like a slave His Epitaph HEre lics a man bewitched with a whore Who spent himselfe his time and his estate Shee slunk away leaves him to pay the score Could any man be more unfortunate Now for his debt Death hath attacht his bones And keeps them under these bard-hearted stones SECT 3. The wanton Poets Funerall THe bawdy Poet 's growne as bad as he Takes leave of wit and ingenuitie Though he would seeme to prove a whore had calling Shee helps him not although shee sees him falling Excesse of drink with vilenesse hath o'rethrown him Few friends he hath and some asham'd to own him That Morbus which hee wisht to other men Like Eccho's sounding answers him agen Great Sol doth blush denies to give him light And Luna scornes to come within his sight The earth doth grumble now to beare him too Nor any creature will him service doe They all disgrace him he with sinne is prest Shame matcht with sorrow tames both man beast For Celleredge he made his belly large And fill'd it up but others bore the charge And yet forsooth hee must be counted wise Though blasted breath would raise him to the skies And his conceit may draw it as his lott Yet ere he dyes he turnes a very sott His land-flood wit that swell'd above the brink Stole empty ayre his soule being like to sink His lustfull fictions with the Muses nine Affords no help his sicknesse is divine The inward test his spirits sad events Can finde no ease in barren complements Like Iordan's streames to Mare Mortuum's lake He smoothly glides a restlesse rest to take Him poverty and shame doth apprehend Guilt followes on and doggs him tow'rd his end And having vented all his paultry stuffe Like Dravtons Moon-calfe burned to the snuffe Betwixt extreames then in his grease he fryes ' Sparkles a little and then stinking dyes From thence his Venus cannot him deliver Nor Cupid rescue with his bow and quiver Nor Mars with 's valour no nor lustie Iove Great Iupiter will helplesse to him prove Swift Mercury and Saturne have agreed With all the Gods to faile him at his need Apollo's harp can give him no content Parnassus hill and Helcon have spent Their cooling drops bold Bacchus findes no roome To lay a hogshead by him in his tombe Ceres can never ease him with the Crop The Vote of Chorus brings no healing drop But Charon waits to ferry him away Where Pluto looks to take him for his prey And Cerberus with his winding heads doth stretch And longs to be the keeper of this wretch There 's melody me thinks amongst the throng If any mourne 't is 'cause he liv'd so long Sol shewes his face with many a pleasant smile Since from his sight he 's gone that was so vile The Moon shines freely there was none did do her Such wrong for he was still an eye-sore to her The earth is glad she 's of her burthen eas'd Her furniture is with his absence pleas'd Thus having laid him in the earth so deep We 'll leave him with the crawling worms to sleep His Epitaph A Poet lies arrested here by death Who honour'd lust and made it run in rimes The world lost nothing but infected breath Nor gain'd hee ever by his hatefull crimes All that he left or to adorne his herse Or pay his debts was only bawdy verse SECT 4. The Pimps complaint the Bawds reply he changeth his course she gets another their life and death Pimp ALas alas what mischiefe 's here befell My friends are dead who lov'd me very well What shall I do my mind is so at strife I 'le hang my selfe I 'm weary of my life My place is little worth my trading's poore I spend my vailes and what I got before Will soon be gone this life long cannot hold Then poverty will catch me being old Provide your selfe I 'le take some other course 'T is bad with me and likely to be worse Bawd Thou silly coxcombe dost thou vex and prate Hold still thy clack or else I 'le break thy pate Hast thou forgot when thou wast poore and base I took thee in releiv'd thee in this case What wast thou prythee but a beggars Imp When I preferr'd thee making thee my Pimp Now thou hast got good raggs upon thy back And money in thy purse thou saucie Iack Dost dominere in grumbling in this sort Thou slight'st my love and bringst an ill report Vpon my house what though those men be dead Have I no more that are as bravely bred Thou knowst I have an hundred at the least And every one a profitable guest All give thee money feast thee with good cheere Thy place is worth fullfifty pounds a yeare But tell me is 't the losse of one or two Which makes thee fret and keep so much ado Or else the promise of a larger pay Who is 't that would inveagle thee away Art thou too well dost live too much at ease Stay stay thou foole and if thou dost me please When ere I dye my wealth and houshold-stuffe Shall be thine owne that will be meanes enough If any wench hath câ—ost thy strong desire Let me but know I 'le make her quench thy fire But if thou dost my favour now refuse Go like a sherk till I shall heare this news That thou art begging up and downe the street 'T would make me laugh if thee I could but meet Thou like a vagrant both to wind and weather Shalt goe as bare as ever thou cam'st hither Well be advis'd ere thou dost from me part I can have choyce but thou wilt feele the smart Pimp What are you angry will you break my head I fear you not I doubt you 'le creep to bed Before your time who then will have the worst Of all the world the bawd is most accurst You say you rais'd me when you found me poore You tooke me in to man a pockie whore To great preferment was I raised then A Pimp is still adjudg'd the scum of men You call that breeding which doth breed mens shame And those brave fellows which do use the game That 's dam'd to hell the more they are the worse They snatch the baite but never mind the curse Cast up you gaines the profit that comes in Hell sets a glosse on 't what 's the end of sin I thought all well when sinne was my delight But oh the wound how doth it now affright My horrid conscience now I hate this thing The honey-taste is past now comes the sting 'T is not the promise of your wealth that shall Insnare my soule in hellish cursed thrall Nor yet your threats I doe not feare your charms These lofty winds blow me no mortall harms Come fair or foul there 's nothing shall dismay me I 'le leave my sin or else it will betray me My conscience shall my poverty controll For th' sweet of sin I will not sell my soule My choyce is made when you your choyce doe
of lust It must despairinglye To see all doom'd that last of all must dye Death Sergeant-like must straine upon his breath If'twill not yeeld it must be prest to death The armes are bound to answer to the charge That 's brought against them for they did at large Spread out themselves still willing to embrace her They might have clos'd but would not once disgrace her 'T was treacherie and yet they did agree To make a snare brought him to miserie They answer not for each distracted stands But yet at last they lay it to the hands That drew them to so foule a thing as this They seem'd to grieve that e're they did amisse The hands did hold her often while he kist her And were like lime-twigs else he might have mist her They were like pullies holding would not fade Nor would they loose untill the match was made The armes the hands must suffer all together Hang down they must the blasts storms of weather Must shew them justice all the time they have Now to repent 't is but to scratch a grave They blame the head there all the senses dwell That gave consent 't is cleare it was not well To overlook and yet to be so rash To gull him with such stuff and musty trash The braines had chiefly paid for 't very deare But 't was not not known that he had any there But then they taxe the noddle and the scull For covering all the plot though he was dull And let things passe at randam never thought On 't till his master gave himselfe for naught The punishment doth fall upon the haire That moults away the scull behind 's left bare For lying still it neverstood upright Nor summon'd feare when this hag came in sight The eares that did receive all false reports And keep out true were tickled with such sports And surfetted in hearing of her praisd Till she was won the siege was never raisd They 're bound to heare his ruin and withall To beare a share then not to heare atall The nose mistooke it could not smell the rot But all seem'd sweet now stinking is it's lot For that offence the eyes are hated more They spy'd her first and ever went before To usher in the rest with much delight But they were dim when she was out of sight And did connive her faults her painted face With what was ill they counted as a grace They were the spies to watch and bring in Newes Be the're so false the heart they did abuse With misconceits they were feoffees in trust Ill overseers drawn away with lust They did dissemble any one would think They closd with sleep when as they did but wink They'd never rest till they had brought about This fond attempt all this is out of doubt The judgement 's past they must be drown'd in teares In open view that he that sees or heares May warning take then dimnesse must o're take them And by degrees their sight shall cleane forsake them When fruit is gone then leaves shall stay behind To shew the reason why the eyes grew blind The tongue is deeply guilty in this case For flatt'ring first and then to be as base To give deny all to that maid t'whome he Had been engag'd 't was plaine hypocrisie By it the secrets of the heart were broken Had it not been for this none would have spoken It blabd abroad what ever it did find Though ne're so closely seated in the mind Such was its force it might have all control'd And broke the match if 't had been wise and bold It made the motion then the rest about it Did yeeld the match could not be made without it No art but this he never went to schoole He'ad learn'd to sell his master for a fools He 's sentenc't publique to confesse the crime Then to be silenc'd for a little time And when he speaks to faulter in his tale Imprison'd I then not capable of bale The fault 's so great being bound unto the peace His jaw's the grates but if it get release It speakes true nonsence that 's the legall sum Then greif and shame at last must strike him dumb But now the chaps for opening at a beck And let him prate at randam without check The teeth did snarle and bite flesh guiltlesse long Yet for this fault ne're snarl'd nor bit the tongue They were confederates there fore 't was no wonder The chaps must fall the teeth shall drop in sunder Nor is the throat found innocent for why The voyce had freedome though't ne're did deny The breath a passage sounding out the note Rough hot and dry's the censure of the throat There was a sine laid on the subtill breath Sentence adjourn'd untill the day of death Now all the members feeling smart are greived They cast a plot in vaine to be releived Against the intellectuals malice breaks The heart indites and every member speaks And plead they govern'd them and ever when They mov'd them 't was as Devils move in men They could not stir nor bring forth such events But still were forc'd and us'd as instruments All that they did was by the livened soule Devis'd and acted who did all controule This is in justice can it equall bee That we should suffer and the soule go free Search out the cause is it not very fit Those parts should suffer and we should be quit The Vnderstanding 't is that 's first arraign'd The charge is heavie for they all complain'd How he deceiv'd them never tri'd the case But gave consent that Will should take his place Which like a Tyrant quite suspended Reason It might more freely plot and work this treason What he propounded all must yeeld unto it Or else must suffer if they would not do it Be 't ne're so bad none must dispute the cause The Will will stand and crosse all humane Lawes All 's currant coyne what e're it did erect To chuse this whore the other did reject It made the match and every thing 's done by it This is not envie nor do I belye it Th' affections like to pages fore-most run That should be hind-most having ill begun As ill drive on with haste they turne to passion And roaving bring the members out of fashion They slight and hate where they should truly love And love amisse stand still when they should move Lust steeres the course the compasse-rule is Sense Conceit 's the Pilot no man knows from whence These Furies come nor whither they are bound Though they are out-law'd they are ever found Most busie with the rest to all that 's evill As if they had their lerry from the Devill Their censure is the Vnderstanding's lost Or by the Will it shall be ever crost In all designes and carried like a slave And be a vassall nor can freedome have The Will for so inttenching on that part Against its will must undergo the smart To be imprison'd neverto be free To do or not
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
house being dispossest yet still his griefe Swell'd o're the brink nor could he find reliefe In this distresse yet secretly he groan'd With trickling teares thus he his case bemoan'd Time stand'st thou still shake shake thy sand apace Drive on with fury I may end my race Grant me this boone and place will then agree Or let me know my date of misery Will Sea nor Land nor person end my strife Nor Fowle nor Beast of prey once take my life I cannot call it pitty no 't is spleene To let me ling er thus my sorrow 's seene Yet not lamented Death is growne a stranger If he 'd come once I should be quit from danger Death armethy self with strength 't is but a blow The gentle grave hath made my bed below I feare tho' art brib'd my adversaries may Have time to laugh ere thou tak'st me away Am I not worth a strok or am I growne Tco stale a bit for thee to swallow downe I must be thine come ease me of this curse The longer here I live I am the worse My suing makes thee coy to shew thy face But those that seek thee not thou dost imbrace They dye but once but every day a death Thou hast for me yet still I draw my breath I dye with grief but this I truly find Th'more deaths I dye the more there are behind Dying I went and dying I came hither Strike not so oft but do it altogether Thus said he stopt grief did arrest his tongue Blame not my Muse for staying by ' imsolong SECT 47. Of a man that fell to decay in the World through his excesse and how his wife turn'd Hackney and he a Pander A Man that carried breadth to raise his name Time made him drop quite from the wings of fame He led the world awhile and made a dust Some think because he did the Courtiers trust Made him stand by in time a good estate Was lent and spent he liv'd at such a rate That men admired and he had a wife For diet and apparell was at strife T' exceed her betters she must have a fanne Her gownes of silk her costly rings her man To wait upon her in this lofty straine She laid it on nor did she mind the maine Of alteration she did never think She 'd have her will her purse still full of chink She had a beauty she too well did know it She scornes to keep it up in love she 'l shew it Vnto the world and some for gold may use it Should she be nigardly she must abuse it As she conceives she keeps her private trading To help at need her husbands trade is fading Nature she thinks is faine to take direction To limb her parts and work by her complexion Now he is urg'd to pay what he doth owe Creditors come thick debts come in but slowe He strives a time with all that he can doe He cannot chuse but he must break in two His shop 's shut up goods gone but where 's the man He 's stept aside but find him if you can Let time betray him I will ne're reveale him My Teltale Muse is bound now to conceale him To sum up what he ow'd is but in vaine Vnlesse there were some hopes the debts to gaine Or shew the parcels or to name the men He ow'd it to they 'l never trust agen Or of their meetings how they cur'st such debtors And how they vow'd to put his shanks in fetters If ere they catcht him how they went about To sue the Statute of a Bankrupt out What debts were due to him how few were good How those lamented that engaged stood For such as he how he at last was found Or how he offer'd eighteen pence i' th' pound The time he lay in prison or the need That he was in how they at last agreed How he was chang'd the creepers that he had Or how his mind was ev'ry whit as bad How he was sleighted now he was so poore And how he scorned every man before I 'le passe them all my Muse was going hence She 's turn'd agen to make you recompence Now in this time his wife hath found a way That they may live as merry as the day If he 'l consent her beauty hath been seene By one of note and like a demy-queene He do's respect her she is come to know Her worth at large nor will she look so low As he hath done now time hath blaz'd her fame She 'l venter broken ware and trade with shame Vpon returne she runs her taile ashore Yet deals by retaile as she did before There 's one will venture with her that hath try'd How she will truck he will not be deny'd If he can get the cuckold to consent And keepe the doore he 'l give him good content He shall not break agen nor ever be Constrain'd to suffer any misery He 'l give him money pay his rent beside Beare all his charges onely he must hide His foule offence he must be blinde or winke When ere he comes and into corners slinke Till such an houre that Pimp doth know his time He 'l nor be seen till they have done the crime The children call him father Hush not a word perhaps the man is great And stor'd with wealth and has a lofty seat And loves his lust or being serpent wise He 'l take advantage then he 'l tyrannize Though he be great if goodnesse be forgotten 'T will make him and his name the sooner rotten If he have wealth 't is but an empty thing Nor will it save him from that fearfull sting Of sin and death if honour 't is he 'd have Can any honour keep men from the grave Though he be set alost yet down he must And be e're long laid levell with the dust Or if he loves his lust the sooner he May fall by 't and the shame and misery Will dog him to his end his soule will bleed Oh! then he 'l meet one that is great indeed Though he be wise to raise a horrid evill And crush a truth 't is the soule murdering devill That helps him in 't oh heaven blast that arme That takes a cause to doe the guiltlesse harme Such tyrants that rebell against the lawes They can but snarle for God cuts off their clawes Our lawes doe cut lascivious persons downe Not cob-web lawes that men of great renowne May break by force they are not made for flies The Rich the Noble if they doe despise The force of them shall quickly feele the smart They are no scarcrowes but they 'l peirce the heart Me thinks th' example of a gracious king Might draw mens hearts from this accursed thing So chast soloving to his Royall Queene In any age no sweeter patterne seene Who would but follow Lord preserve his life Was ever Prince more faithfull to a wife Oh let this patterne keep us all in awe Who has such power who yeelds more to the law All men
's see the book had'st thou so little wit To buy such trash I 'le serve thee now as fit One part shall serve to stop the mustard pot I 'le burn the rest and that shall be its lot A foole and 's money quickly part I see That thou art vext wilt be reveng'd on me Whore Pray mistris let it lie to keep all clean 'T will serve for waste you know well what I mean One of my friends shall write to his disgrace To shew his wit and in some publique place Cast out a libell that the world may know His wit is blasted onely wit in shew Pand. I 'me vext to heare you did I buy this book To have it burnt or tore great pains I took To find it out pray blame me not to frown To see it spoil'd it cost me halfe a crown But bear your shares we 'l keep 't to shame this sinner Make it our recreation after dinner To laugh at 's folly then 't will serve to light Tobacco for us every winters night Bawd Thou simple foole dost think I le have it lse Within my house our trading to discry Some feather'd goose may see 't and with a fright Forsake the house and take a further flight Pray burn it burn it if that asse were here That made the book we 'ld burn him to or teare His skin from 's flesh then he should know how well The place and persons do resemble hell But 't is no matter none that loves the sport Of Vénus or attends at Cupids Court Will e're regard it but to laugh and jest At his course wit I value not the rest Who. If I may judge I think he hath been crost In his desire he hath a beauty lost Or else his stock is spent and being poore He cannot passe so freely to his whore As formerly he did and now in rage He for her sake brings all upon the stage Or being old his vigour is abated What he lov'd once he 'd make all think he hated Thus ab initio now he writes to strive When all things faile to keepe his name alive Could he have known our private wayes or been Our Secretary if he had not seen The windings of the clew or toucht the sore If he by practice had not known 't before Or else he wanting naturall affections Would have sweet nature follow his drections He has been in some service overcharg'd The mark was hot and being now enlarg'd From Bedlam New-gate or Chirurg'ons hands He cannot feele the ground on which he stands I have been bred to this it is my course I 'd better be a whore than to doe worse Bawd I am grown old nor can I now take paines This is my trade which brings me constant gaines Should I forsake it now then call me foole I have not liv'd so long to goo to schoole To such a haire-braind coxcombe no I will Beare up delight drink and be merry still He 'd make us think if flesh and blood rebell There is no help but we must goe to hell We know that many with those faults are tainted Yet some were goddesses and some were Sainted Why should I fear but I as well may speed The Queen of Love I never did exceed Pand. I came to town thinking to be a groom But when I came another had the room That I was to supply and having spent My time my means being in discontent I took this honest course to gain reliefe There 's none can say I am a rogue or thiefe And yet forsooth here 's one hath undertook To prove us theeves and sentence pass'd nor book Will he allow which arrant theeves have had Why do I speak this peevish fellow 's mad Pimp I have been brought up in a gentile way To drink to swear to whore to dice and play I sold my lands and spent my whole estate What should I do being thus unfortunate I am a man that do attend those Lasses That feed me full I drink in boules and glasses They give me coin and cloths with them I finde Such dainty bits as satisfie my minde Let shame attend this idiot let his pen Be silenc'd forc'd to blot out this agen SECT 57. The railing Objections of an impious crew answered YOu brood of darknesse that do hate the light And breath out venome railing cursing spight Against the Authour and his searching Muse You shame your selves you cannot him abuse The Bawd that 's parboil'd or the Whore that 's stew'd The rotten Pander and the Pimp that su'd To have his Muse quite silent hear th' reply Your breath 's unwholsome pray come not too nigh But you are powder'd that me thinks is well To qualifie the stink and ' swage the smell I do confesse the book was made to fright And shame your rabble that true subjects might Be warn'd by your example hate your crew If I be mad I 'm onely mad to you If I would hide your shame your humours feed Or act such basenesse I were mad indeed What gallant 's that that doth these lines oppose Doth he speak plain or snuffle in the nose Or are his sinewes lost or onely shrunk Or has he been at flats and being sunk Blows fume into his braines his words may please Your fretting fancies but not give you ease Is not his face halfe rosted is 't not rich With Rubies Pearls and Saphires none of which Will passe for gold to satisfie his whore Although his face be rich his purse is poore Or do's his face seem cover'd o're with tallow Or has disease dy'd it into a yellow How opens he his jawes has he his haire Or is he mop'd a new with borrowed ware I feare it is not safe with him to sup Nor is it wholsome e're to taste his cup I know the earth doth bear such loathsome men What their mouth 's take in runs through th'nose agen Butlet him passe Except the Bawd doth turn What e're she wish I fear she 'l hang or burn The Pander got of late a greater share For keeping of the dore that he could spare Money to buy this book but now 't is cast Bawd Pander Whore have sentence on it past Butlet me speak a word t is but a breath If it must die let it be prest to death What libeller is this the whore would have Write to disgrace the Authour let me crave To know what place he lives in let his name Be known that all may blaze abroad his shame There are a crew that do cast libels forth Against the State to slander men of worth They bend their frothy wits but time may make Them bear their shame the rest may warning take The Pander's vext put to your helping hands Pay for the book for as the case now stands You must not burn it you may laugh 't is true But 's fellowes are alive to laugh at you Make it your sport jeere on you need not say 'T will shame an asse or fright a goose
levell Vice and strike prophanesse dead In this thy Search That Surg'on wins my heart Who if he lance doth Anodyze the smart What though some Beefe-braines cannot trace thy pen But judge thee guilty as the worst of men 'Cause their low-fathomes wedded to their Sense Can only judge of things i th' Present Tense Each Peasant cannot Cube nor well discry A Poets Spheare because his Searching eye Sublimes it selfe we know that spotlesse name Is wing'd abroad to wither'd Envies shame But let it sweli this truth I le safely say Thy Marshall'd Muse hath won the field to day That when thou pay'st the grave thy debt To Die Will mount thy purchas'd glory to the skie Brave Gallants that swear fealty to sin Yeeld Homage to a lust or cursed Fien This book arrests you bid your lusts adieu Shake hands with Vice your Mistris that Crew Or read your Doome with silence lest you feele The circling lashes of his Scourge of steele Sic approbavit ELIAH PALMER Londinensis To his good friend the Author of the Nights Search FAine would I presse to drop some lines among The wits that write thy praise but being young And wanting wit I fear 't will be my doom My Muse came shuffling in to fill a room But my intent is good that helps the rest Thy worth is more than can be here exprest Thou hast reveal'd those things that such as I May warning take how do the harlots frie And burn alive thou hast displai'da whore In all her postures never man did more The bawd the thiefe the prodig all the pimp The rascall pander every hellish Imp Shall feele thy lash those that are rotten-ripe Drop down before thee where thou giv'st a stripe 'T is onely ' mendment that can give them ease Joyn d with thy cures for their foule disease If I should undertake to set thee forth I should come short in blazing of thy worth But in this worke O! how dost thou excell I love no flattery the world can tell Thy verse is full of fancie and thy braine Drops rich conceits good language that thy straine May please the best of wits O let it be Made known to ages what they owe to thee PHILIP CHAMPER NOWNE Medii Templi To his respected friend Master MILL on his ensuing Poems WHen I took pen in hand to write of thee An ague took my joynts no part was free I would thee and thy Work with praise commend But that I knew not when to make an end I thought again some pall'd conceit would fall Into my quill then not to write at all I thought it best but by and by again Me thought I had a fancie in my brain With that my barren Muse began to spring She somewhat needs would speak this 's the thing How richly is thy Muse adorn'd that she Can sound out things that thou didst never see She hath reveal'd the plots of hell By kinde Thou art a Milk indeed for thoudost grinde Their flesh to naught then condemn'st their bones To be supprest by hard relentlesse stones So full of fancie deck'd with rich conceit Is all thy Work by measure and by weight I thinke that by it daily many a one Will be reclaim'd when thou art dead and gone He that doth read thy booke will hate the evill And speake thy praise unlesse it be a devill So much is found by thee that all may say Ne re so much known till now thy night is day Thou dost unfeed without demurre or pause O'rethrow the guilty but thou plead'st the cause With art and wit of innocents distrest Propounding them away t' attaine to rest Preventing all that may be thought or said Against thee or thy Muse that hopefull maid By all the guard of hell and thou dost bring Them doublé shame in turning back the â—â—ing How could I stay to tell thy praises o're My candle 's out now I can write no more THO. GITTYNS Interioris Templi A Proeme to the Search with the occasion of it MVse call thy Genius up and let thy quill Prove thee a sharer in the forked hill Trace flowry Peneus taste the silver spring Of Helicon scrue up thy treble string Begin with coÌ„cords discords come apace And then thou maist more freely strike the base Let judgement guard thee reasons counsell aske Thou hast no common but a painfull taske To undertake not wanton idle bayes Love-subjects are too thredbare now adayes Nor lustfull Epigrams nor jesting rime Which might corrupt men rob them of their time Nor senselesse tales such trash hath venom in 't No reason but that sools would be in print No nor the brave exploits of worthy men But worthlesse imps are destin'd for thy pen. The bawdy rabble which have bin protected By some too oft and punishment neglected Must be displaid by thee their menstr'ous blaince Launc'd to the quick their never dying staines Laid to the view of men their private ends And how th' are robd of reason wit wealth friends How vile they make the times what things did fall Into the hands of fate what hellish thrall Attends upon them how their shamelesse breath At last is suckt into the whirlepoole death To those that will returne and will endure Thy cor'sive and thy lance apply thy cure Go boldly forth the Constables will guard thee And if thou dost good service they 'll reward thee The watchmen with the be adles will attend thee Aske light or weapons of them they will lend thee The Iustices will grace thee in thy cause And give thee warrants from the strongest lawes Prepare thy selfe against tomorrow night And be industrious know that candle-light May shew thee more than day for why the Sun Doth make those night-fowles into corners run If any plead for hell nere favour such They have bin favout'd in the world too much Search other countreys too for there are weeds Which harbour serpents and as hatefull deeds As Brittaine ever did lose not thy way Thou mayst be here againe by break of day Mus. My charge is hard time short for tedious things Thou art a spirit canst not use thy wings I never was a subject to this sin But now thy search being ready to begin I 'll help thee in 't and as a stander by May better judge casting a serious eye Than he that is an actor so the fame Of sinfull crimes helps me to blaze the shame Those that are pincht perhaps will fling and kick The gaull'd backt jade will snuffe and seek to pick A quarrell with thee and with envie swell Though here they are their venome came from hell But answer them at last none will oppose Thee in thy Search unless 't be some of those Which thou hast guilty found and then they will Shew to the world that they are far more ill Than thou hast shew'd although they have bin vaine To peach themselves they 'll be but fooles in graine I name 'em not what is at randome showne
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
teares Or make it silent and beget strange feares In those that heare thee and as strange to see T'ould move a stone to waile thy misery Not like a child thou like a monster rather Oh blame not me but blame my wretched father But quit my mother for she 's guiltlesse knowne Her comfort here 's like mine quite overthrowne She was deceiv'd my fathers flattring tongue Did so insnare her when she was but young Though 't was but non-sense she could not perceive it What ere he spoke she 'd willingly receive it Her friends being simple matcht her to her sorrow To one daies mirth which ended on the morrow By love she try'd to draw and turne his heart From ill but he still plaid the devills part In sorrow she conceiv'd and brought forth me An object of disdaine that all may see I am a wonder for my fathers sake A signe of great displeasure warning take All you that see me or doe heare my story Amend your lives in time give God the glory All filthy courses see you alwayes hate ' When Ruine knocks Repentance comes too late Then you must beare the evills that you doe And your posterity will curse you too They 'l suffer for your sins as you may see My fathers sins are now reveng'd on me My suffring's here for I shall finde redresse And be redeem'd out of this deep distresse God's just and righteous as he still hath bin I shall not alwayes beare my fathers sin My time is short how soone my race is runne I must away before I see the Sunne I now salute the world and bid adiew 'T is only vaine leave it ere long must you I for your sakes was sent I had my breath To entertaine my friend Come gentle death The Epitaph HEre lies an Infant while she liv'd in paine Did in a kinde bewaile her fatall birth She was an Embleme of her fathers staine Till she returned to her mother Earth The sight of her might quell all lust and pride Her presence gave us marning so she dy'd SECT 20. How a subtile Queane fained herselfe to be with childe by a man of qualitie of her lying in and how the plot was found out WAlking alone about the evening tide I heard a voyce turning about I spi'd Two walking hand in hand and as they went They whisp'red out their shame 't was their intent To sin in secret First the man did wooe And soone the female gave consent unto What he desir'd a place then they descri'd Which they did think would all their folly hide But what is hid from that all-seeing eye That 's done in hell or on the earth the skie Is fixed full of eyes to finde out sin And every creature must give verdict in Against the sinfull world but all this while Those witlesse Imps are striving to be guile Their soules of peace and having had their ends They part for that time seeming loving friends But pointed when and where to meet againe He breaking promise for it seemes his braine Grew addle after this she sent to know Where all this time he did himselfe bestow Desiring him to visit her for shee Must shew to him her haplesse miserie He told his name his place that he was rich Vnto this whore and now her fingers itch To handle some of 's gold she rubs her neyes Hangs downe her head and blubbers out and cryes She 's halfe undone her belly now doth swell For she 's with child by him she loves him well And would not have him sham'd give her reliefe She 'd free him on 't and still conceale her griefe Against her lying in he must provide A nurse and linnen divers things beside Which she must have then had you heard him curse This whore his fate their meeting 'cause his purse Grew emptie by this meanes you would have thought The Devill spoke by him what 's worse than nought He tries with care and cost to hide his sin For now the time is come and she lyes in So neat and sine he goes to see her then And to supply her wants and goes agen And findes her weake the child i' th' cradle by The bawdy Nurse was rocking presently She takes it up oh here 's th' owne fathers child Your eyes your nose your picture is not spoyl'd In joyning up while this babe doth survive He 'll keep your image and your name alive D' yee see your fore-head eye-brows double chin Your little mouth just as your lips are thin So are the child's his fingers long and small He 's quiet too that sutes you best of all This gives him no content away he flings And leaves his image but the Nurse she fings A Lullaby the woman that lyes in Is rais'd with gold to strike the merry pin He meets a man whom he well knew before Reveales the passages 'twixt him and 's whore And how much goldsh'had had and os the shame That he did feare would light upon his name His friend if so you call him heard the case Took his fit time and went unto that place Pretending shamefull mirth but she seem'd ill And would not once submit unto his will Being subtill in her trade she told him how The case did stand he must not touch her now Away goes he acquaints a Magistrate How such a man was made unfortunate By dealing with a whore he brings him to him Who promis'd them much kindnesse he would do him To set him free unto the house they went Where he had been and had his money spent They coming in the Trull seem'd very weake The Nurse being rocking she began to speake But feare restrain'd her for the man they knew Did use to give such birds of night their due He taking up the child but he mistook Was quite agreed it had the fathers look I am perswaded in this heart of mine Who ever sees this babe may sweare'tis thine With violence this child began to cry A woman chatg'd with fury suddenly Rusht in upon 'em What d' yee meane to doe Borrowing my child pray do not murther't too I will not trust you Bawds and Whores are vilde You doe not care how you abuse my childe By this the plot was found the Whore the Nurse Devis'd a lying in to purge his purse The Iade from her preferment had a fall She 's sent-abroad and yet not church'd at all The Nurse must go before the month be out To old Bridewell to turne the mill about Her gossipping is spoyl'd there she must stay To try her strength a twelve-month and a day The other Imp to new Bridewell is had To knock the hemp which work she counts as bad As Purgatorie now she cheats no men A sudden change there she lies in agen As for the man I 'd place him with this whore But he has promis'd to do so no more Thou little infant did they bring thee in To be a patron to a new-borne sin But I conceiv'd when I went
were sharp her talons did disgrace His forme and visage he was scratch so sore The blood ran out you 'd think he 'd come no more To visit her because he felt the smart Face purse both chang'd all will not change his heart He begs intreats oh here 's a valiant spirit She pleads desert and stands upon her merit The coâ—ne he had he gave her to be quiet But still she sweares five pound 's but three dayes diet Must I not feast my friends to raise my name From ill report to credit love and fame I must be open-handed to the poore I must give food and money at my doore And to my neighbours must not I be free To win their love they may speake well of me How should I do 't my love and not my hands Must bring in gaines thou know'st I have no lands Out of my sight ne're come to me agen But bring more gold I 'll trade with other men He was perplext nor knew he what to say But cries for mercie thinking of a way To make amends if she would but forgive him He 'd send her money for her words did grieve him The under Pimp must go they did agree Seeing he was mov'd with her necessitie That he should come againe but not before A time set downe or sent for by this whore Nor durst he come oh this a hellish prize For feare that she should scratch out both his eyes Fresh customers are come she must have time To tell her money and to act her crime Muse stay not here thou hast no hope to mend her Go out and see what money he will send her He 'd take up money promise any rate But here 's the spight his word is out of date He tries a second he no coync can borrow A third denies him to increase his sorrow He cannot chuse but see his credit 's lost He frets and sweares Was ever man thus crost But then at last he thought upon his chest Where he had clothes one sure above the rest Being verie costly must to Brokers hall And be condemn'd to free himselfe from thrall He took the gold and sent it to his trull Iudge had he wit or were his braines so dull To think it fit to plaister up this sore To bleed a frcsh it cost him six times more The whisk in brings the gold and now this Iade Do's blesse her fortunes such a thriving trade None but my selfe enjoys how am I blest I live at ease I eat and drink the best My house well furnisht I have ioy my fill I go in silk here 's gold more 's comming still O sweet O pleasing profitable sin To raise me thus now I can raise my kin I 've brave attendants one weares silver lace The other scarlet is not this a grace Now here 's a calme the blustring Devils laid The evill spirit 's conjur'd hell is staid From belehing fury i' st not very strange 'T will vent again when once the Moon doth change The Pimps must have their sees need makes 'em crave it To buy them boots she 's loth to let 'em have it Although her gold doth ring such lusty sounds Her trading's rais'd from eighteen-pence to pounds 'T is but a time will she be ever yong Her pounds will fall to nine-pence er 't be long Age and the P. will shame her shamelesse lise Or hell will arbitrate and end the strife But where 's the lecher all this while that I Have left so long thoughts of Adultery Have made him drunk or is he raging mad To think upon the pleasure that he had And how he is depriv'd or of the time When he shall go once to renew his crime Or do's he count the minutes of the clock Or enjoy time and wish himselfe a Stock Or does he take an hower for a day Or thinks the day a yeare or does he stay I' th' Countrey for the aire or in the Citie Expecting still when she will shew him pitie To send for him and think that houre is blest For that houres sake he 'll chide and curse the rest The time 's not come she set nor has he treasure He dares not go ' pon paine of her displeasure Vnlesse he 'd sell his eyes or pawne his face Against her nailes 't is money buys the place His heart is dead although his griefe survive His body tombes his minde while he 's alive The time is tedious for it will not run Nor change the scene untill its part be done The place yeelds no content nor will he tarric In any place his fancie still doth varie No company can give to him delight Except the queane O! were she in his sight To put his minde in tune his griefe were past H' has nere been merry since he saw her last The faithlesse Broker on the other hand Doth fret him too he will not take his band And let him have his sute no he must pay Or if he doth not fetch it at the day 'T will be condemn'd againe so he 's perplext The Broker and the whore though he be vext Shew him no favour how is he distrest He 's no more piti'd than a savage beast Had he but money then the Pimp would finde him And flatter him and sweare how she did minde him At every turne and open such a story That how she counted him her chiefest glory But now he feares he 'll bring some other to her That 's flush with gold help him then to wooe her Alaspoore man why do'st not think as well The way to her is the right way to hell Think how Calisto in his heat of lust Beat out his braines think how this whore will rust And moult away Paulina was more faire Dukes did embrace her like the guilded aire She did appeare she to the Hang-man gave Herselfe a Prostitute that she might have But one meales meat sh'was afterward deni'd A peice of bread with guilt and shame she di'd Cast up thy gaine see how it doth amount The more thou sinn'st the greater's thy account How vaine how short how curst are thy contents Take them at best they are but merriments That bring forth shame guilt everlasting horror Art thou not mad that thou do'st thus grieve for her Would'st thou fain have thy children beg their bread To hate thee living and to curse thee dead Now turne betime while yet thou hast a space For after death thou 'lt finde nor time nor place SECT 27. Of the life death and funerall of a Gentleman undone by a brood of vermin AMournfull accident I must unfold I 'll speak but that which prating Fame hath told A Gentleman well bred for by relation His friends were famous for their reputation Brought up to learning never sparing cost But yet it was but charge and labour lost For why his lewdnesse hurri'd on his fate He follow'd whores so was unfortunate What e're he got 't was spent and all his care Was to grow
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
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
such a foolish thing You lov'd another let her be our bride And so adieu good fortune be your guide So slunk away With that in haste he turn'd himselfe about To view the passage which way she went out He could not finde but changed like a ghost His minde perplext his spirit sunk almost His heart in pieces now is like to break He swels with griefe so that he cannot speak Thus he continued though a little season Yet in that time sense rob'd him of his reason But she relates his wooing all this while And how she answer'd made them all to smile For they agree'd that she should only try him To prize her more not that she should deny him For fear he 'd change and never more to crave her For well they knew none but a foole would have her Then in they came to comfort up his heart But she was absent that did breed the smart In policie which made him grieve the more But she to listen stood behinde the doore She 'd see th' event her frowns did speak his doome If she appear'd she was a living tombe But she was call'd the matter was debated How he lov'd her why he of her was hated They urg'd her to 't faine they would have her married She now resolv'd but presently she varied But to be short they 'd not have him deluded They joyn'd their hands the match is now concluded But now to shew how he embrac'd his choice 'T would make you laugh and how he did rejoyce What he appointed for the marriage day 'T was thought the savour did his love bewray How he directed Going plodding out To tell his fortune as he lookt about He spi'd the maid that lov'd him told the story Of this great match and the intended glory He 'd have at 's wedding how five hundred pound He had in promise but not one was bound To see it paid in money nor a jot I feare will ever fall unto his lot This harmlesse soule in hearing this reply'd False-hearted man with griefe her tongue was ty'd She spoke no more her eyes dropt silent tears Her colour chang'd her mind 's distrest with fears Her heart was swell'd it would dissolve but when It sent out teares griefe call'd them back agen Sometimes hot feavers seem'd to take fast hold Then frosty agues made her shake with cold Sometimes the spring spreads beauty on her face Then comes the autumne which doth it disgrace Time gave her respit to renew her strength The clouds blew over thus she spake at length What is truth banitht or is she asleep Is faith in morgage that thou wilt not keep Thy promise made will conscience passe for coyne Death is corrivall of this heart of mine My heart is breaking but it grieves not thee Forwhy thou bring'st me to this misery Now now thou leav'st me and thon break'st thy vow Which God nor Nature ever did allow To cleave to one that is to thee a stranger Thou dost my welfare and thy soule endanger In wronging me thou dost thy selfe no right Take heed I feare she is a graine too light She 's coacht with gallants up and down the street Judge then the rest and shew thy selfe discreet To doubt the worst Why do I spend my breath But for my Bride-groome constant gentle death Then down she sunk as if the day were come To solemnize the wedding in her tombe The wormes her guests they modestly will keep Their watch while she doth with her bridegroom sleep But raising up her breath as from the ground She then reviv'd for it was but a swound Then spake this clown 't was all the wit he had Whot ailes theiz voole Whot art ta turning mad Or dost dizemble I wooll not believe tha Not I but losse of whot I ha' do grieve tha Dud I make promosse to tha woo dud heare it Come do thy worst na troth I wo not veare it I thave a zweet heart though thou zaist hur's light Hur vlesh is vast hur's high on big thy spite Breaks out agenst hur vor thy noze do zwell Hur's vaire of Cowpids kin I leek hur well Hur's handsom yong well bred on monstr us witty Ther 's ne're a viner wench in oll this zitty A great huge potion god omighty zent hur I love hur mainly on I zball content hur With money gouds ond londs with pigs on kine My zelf on oll I chave hur hart z'has mine I chom o happy mon whot ere thou zay Thus having spewd his mind he runs away Poore tortur'd Virgin how art thou cast down Grieve not to leave this false hard-hearted Clown Thou lov'dst too soon too much and out of season Call home thy love let sense be rul'd by reason Submit to what the heavens do decree Which have in store a better a atch for thee Thy heart 's so bruis'd it bleeds with inward paine But gentle time will make it whole againe For better objects keep thy love in store Thou shalt be blest he vexed with a Whore But now my Muse for pleading on thy side Will lose the love o' the Bridgroom and the Bride She weighes it not nor will the flatter any She hates a bribe and knows a foole from many Now they prepare against the wedding day Though not invited she intends to stay To see the service in a corner by She 'l view the couple now the time is nigh Althings are bought both of them rich apparrel'd But coyne was wanting and the Taylor quarrell'd Now they are marri'd To shew the manner of this solemn feast The butchers meat the fowle and how 't was drest Or name the guests or those that did attend them What was their own or what their friends did lend the What choice of wine his waiting on the Bride What cost this feast what paid for sauce beside I 'le not relate it 't is too long a story Blame not my Muse she 's not a grave for glory But having din'd he said his fathers grace And pray'd the Sun to drive away apace And whip the steeds with fury to the West For in his sight but halfe could he be blest His spirits mov'd him Morpheus to invite To spread his cloud and haste to bring on night Black night being come he went with 's Bride to bed He had his wish but not her maiden-head My Muse left them t' enjoy what from love sprung For she was modest and she lost her tongue Their nightly pleasures smoothly glide away And night is forc'd to give place to the day Her tongue 's restor'd to shew their griefe o'th'morrow Exchang'd with joy unto the Bride-grooms sorrow What he took up on ticket or the score For this great feast and what he ow'd before Must now be paid he cannot well deny it His marriage coine he can as ill come by it Yet safe enough for it is out at use So forawhile this was his chiefe excuse Where no mans knowes nor when it shall be paid The bond
to do 't is miserie To be so servile yet here 's no remorse Though 't will not bend yet this will breake its force Th' affections lose their strength nor can they taste What 's good or bad the senses are laid waste Or if they move it is not like that ever They should attaine to what they doe endever Thus parts and members in their kindes are fitted With shifts or pleadings none of them are quitted With one consent condemned as they stand They beg reprive and blame the guiltie land They make it plaine but if he hear 't 't will mad him That was the cause or else she had not had him He could not move her till he brought in that All leane conceits he took her with the fat That did the decd and promi'st more contents Than he or all his clownish complements It is decreed that some must morgag'd bee To pay his debts the others that are free The Vsurer shall tye them by a band Which forfeited he 'l straine upon the land The feeling Lawyer too must have a share E're all be gone This emblem of true care When all is spent can he live on the rest His hope dies first for warning 't is express SECT 37. Of a handsome cunning Whore that had the Pox and how she deceived her husband and how she died A Citizen who had deserved Fame His honest dealing raised up his name The world did smile upon him he was blest With wealth with credit and above the rest He priz'd his wife her carriage seem'd so sweet So full of beauty and her words discreet So free from choler she was milde but witty In all appearance none in all the City Was more compleat but see such was his Fate None in the land was more unfortunate Though she was faire milde young and seeming wise Her heart was false her husband in her eyes Was undervalu'd she was fraught with cvill Her out-side 's faire her inside's like a Devill 'T is strange dame Nature should be so o're seen To give a beauty fitting for a Queen And keep all vertue back can she dissemble Her dowry thus 't may make all beauties tremble Or is she mov'd with spleen or to enthrall The Faire then dame give vertue none at all Or is she blind to think it is her duty To give some vertue and the other beauty O part them not how sweetly would they shine Both being mixt how lovely how divine Will be the lustre are the best exempted From beauty 'cause she 's loth to have them tempted Or do's she work by owle-light or has she Sworne vertue plainly to deformitie Or vice to beauty keep them in some place Or vice will rob true vertue of her grace Here I could lose my selfe but I must turne Vnto the Whore now she with lust dothburne And takes her time to walk about the street If any letcher do's this Harlot meet Few words will serve she 'l quickly give consent Those ways of darknesse give this whore content Nor do's she stand upon 't though she be sine And he but bare nor do's she trade for coyne She wants not gold or any thing beside But in a while she was so Frenchifide That hungry Gall had seized upon her flesh Her colour 's pale that formerly was fresh And through her flesh it gnaws upon her bones She to her husband in these mourning tones Exprest her minde alas I am not well My flesh is sore the Doctors cannot tell What is the cause my bones do ake my hears Is growne so sad poore I do feele the smart I feare a deepe consumption has possest My vitall spirits in my grieved brest I 'm melancholy keeping so within I seldome go abroad to see my kin I doat upon a husband too too much I cannot chuse alas my love is such You do not care if death should take my life Then farewell Peg you 'd have another wife Within a month I cannot long remaine Vnlesse I have a cure for my paine The Bath I understand is verie good To ease my griping paine and purge my blood If any thing 't is onely that can do it If you 'l consent that I shall go unto it This honest loving man did ne're distrust She had the cankers that was bred of lust No spark of jealousie possest his minde Say is 't a gift that Cuckolds are most kinde He thought her vertuous she to him did passe For every thing save onely what she was And thus he answered her How am I griev'd for thee my dearest Love Thy paine is mine how doe my bowels move And melt with true compassion and my heart Is swell'd with sorrow oh the hidden smart That 's gendred in my brest my teares are bent To pant it out but griefe affords no vent Thy words doe overcharge me so that I Am like to sink my joy with thee will dye What 's all I have to thee what 's my endevor Thy life thy death will make or matre me ever O! cruell pitie shall I have delight So short a time will Fortune shew her spight And rob me of my love thou art divine Flesh cannot long keepe such a soule as thine The Angels envie earth for they will come And fetch thy soule and Fame will make thy tomb As lasting as thy praise How do I call My Genius up to pitie this my fall O! let me yet enioy thee and I will Slight all things else but glorie in thee still Go to the Bath here 's gold and money store If thou gain'st health I never shall be poore He would have went himselfe or sent his man But she repli'd no do the best you can Look to the maine expences will be large I 'll go alone and that will case your charge Good company are alwayes going downe And if you will but bring me out of towne I aske no more but pay the Coach-mans fee And he will take an honest care of me She 's coach'd and gone but he is discontent And these good wishes after her he sent Let that swift Mover that o're-looks the sky Move gently now and let the runners by Smile sweetly on her Sol give her thy grace Although she has more beautie in her face Than thou hast in thy prime When stars have gaz'd Vpon her beautie let them all amaz'd Yeeld her the praises let the spheres below Melt with desire when once they do her known But never prate or tell the horned Moone Sh' ecclips'd the beautie of the Sun at noone Lest she should hide her face with envy spight her And flinck behind a Cloud when she should light her And let the wanton ayre be so discreet Not steale her breath away to make it sweet But let the earth boast rising one degree For bearing such a lovely saint as she Let not the plants with emulation strive Or swell with lust wish to be sensitive Put let the flying quire learne how to sing Her Odes her Eulogies I 'le
imp the wing Of him that sings it best as they begun So let their discords into Concords run How can the horses drawing her along But march in state let them though they are strong Obey her words yet let 'em take such pride Not to draw coaches by the high way side Like hackneys any more but serve some Lord Their worth will then be known that will afford Them better keeping Let the Coach still rest 'T has done enough in carrying such a guest And let the Coachman though he be a Clown 'Cause by his care he carry'd her safely down Be raisd to such preferment that he may Find by experience what a happy day It was to him let low conceits no more Take up his mind he never had before Such credit in a journey such a blisse Oh! how he triumphs that he hap't on this Oh! if the Bath can once but give her case And ground of hope to cure her strang disease Though I am absent yet'twil'swage my paine And winged time but bring her safe againe How happy shall I be these thoughts do give Such sweet impressions that my heart doth live Come home my joy and banish hence my feare I dream'd to night and thought I had thee here This slut being at the Bath findes no releife It never cur'd such a desperate griefe She thought some villaine that was yong and fresh Would have imbrac'd her care'on rotten flesh And cover'd shame with sin Oh! hatefull thought Nay for her money shee would faine have bought A sin at second hand Hell 's not agreed To bring a patron for so foule a deed All judg'd for fowle such Imps are seeming-wise Her face wants colour nose lips teeth and eyes Betrai'd her hopes some had much money spent her The P did fright 'em and they would not venter She 's fowle returned newly from the Bath And talkes of going home but mist the path Yet she 's contented though she knows 't is wrong The bawdy-house where she at first was stung Did entertaine her they'ad renew'd their store The sp'rits were gone that haunted there before The gall or empty purses drew them thence And now this whore hopes for a recompence Her face was painted fresh and she was bold Sh 'had rich attire and she was full of gold At last a Novice comming newly in On purpose to commit this cursed sin The Devill having stole him from his Master He paies his entrance and he 'll be a taster Of blasted pleasures when this whore had spi'd him She cast out jests and smiles the more she ey'd him The more she lik't him thought she this 's the man That must free me from shame if any can She held him in discourse and found his mind Then he rejoycing that she was so kind Grew impudent being taken with her sight Yet feares to speed because his purse was light When she perceiv'd it then she gave him gold And what he lov'd she wisht him to be bold And call for'tin they supt with dainty fare All sorts of wine they had nor did they spare For any cost this Novice did exceed His seeming heaven prov'd a hell indeed They having supt to bed they went together He thought good fortune did direct him thither She blest her selfe and thought by this endeavour She should be cured of her shame for ever These varlets lay more ground work for their sorrow My modest Muse will come againe to morrow The night they spent in lust but when they spide The mome begin to dimme bold Cynthia's pride They must be gone seare call'd him first away And Chanticleer the trumpeter of day Sounds out alarme he wisht againe the moone But curst the day because it came so soone Why dost thou bring this bold audacious light Within this roome to fright away the night Must I must I be subject unto thee Th' unwelcomst guest that ever came to me Thou art a teltale and a makebate too Why com'st thou but to spye what we here doe Goe back againe thy shining visage shrowd In some close cell or else behind a clowd Stay there a while that I may have my ends A small request and then we will be friends But light 's impartiall finding things uneven Reveales the truth because it came from heaven Ere they doe part they point both time and place To meet againe he thought it such a grace To be esteem'd as worthy of her love Hee thought the gods had sent her from above Now home she 's gone for me to shew what cheers He did provide to welcom home his deare How he imbrac't her how he did rejoyce And how he praisd his fortune in his choice How they discour'st of what she did endure And how he pittied her and of the cure Of her unknowne and dangerous disease How he reviv'd and how his heart had ease And how he praisd the Bath and was content With all the charge and money that she spent And how he gave her more I need not shew it Nor is 't to any purpose if you know it Within three dayes the time was come about He at her garden house do's find her out Five pound in gold she gave him yet was she In debt to him for his last curtesie He muz'd at this yet thought it was to gaine him Sh 'ad costly fare besides to entertaine him Such queanes as this do make the ayre stink And crush their husbands till they make 'em sink This codshead then rejoyct thinks all is well But yetere long he felt his members swell His bowels ake such griping in his bones That all his language was exprest in groanes His colour chang'd the dimnesse of his eye With 's filtring speech you might his grief discry Then to a Doctor went he for a Drench Who ask't him where he met that pocky wench That had so paid him but he 'd not reveale her She made him sweare that he should still conceale her He to his mistris did his grief discover Who told him that she 'd be his constant lover And gave him gold but at another time She brought him fifty pounds this fils my rime And told him that she 'ld make her purse strings crack Although her husband did he should not lack Five hundred pounds said she I will provide Against thy time is out for thee beside But he refus'd the proffer'd fifty pound Lest he should in a golden streame be drown'd But he must keep it till that he had need And so they parted being both agreed She long continued in this shamefull course Before she was found out wtthout remorse She desp'ratly her husbands goods did spend Her time her strength unto a hatefull end Although it was perceiv'd how she did fall Her husband would not see 't love cover'd all But more and more her vilenesse did break out Her sin her shame fame had so spred about H'was forc'd to heare and see his heart did say Come quickly death and take my life away How
am I crossed in my chief delight Come come and hide me with the shades of night 'T is but a boone to take away my breath The life I have is but a living death More had he spoke but passion was too strong Teares made him blind and grief attach't his tongue This cunning strumpet in her craft is caught And now she finds that sinfull pleasure's naught Her old disease consents to quit the score Then down she fals and leaves her husband poore Her Epitaph HEre 's painted vice that did deceive the world Her lust had caused cankers in her throte She dy'd upon 't and in this grave was hurl'd By this you know she was a whore of note 'Cause she was light and full of wanton mirth She 's cloz'd about with heavy-hearled earth SECT 38. Observations from histories of lascivious persons but chiefly from the collection of Cornelius Agrippa abridged now for this purpose De vanitate Scientiarum NOt only now but in the ancient times Whores have been common and those loathson crimes Have been esteem'd the' AEgyptians did devise With shew of worship how to sacrifice To Priapus and Rome did still allow Of Brothell houses may not we see how The shaveling Priests leane Friars fat-back Monks Did joyne their dwellings neare the filthy puncks Houses of Nunnes are often private Stewes For common harlots they devotion use To shelter sin and hooded Monkes and Friars May match the worst that are lascivious liars Heathens did think 't was policy in state To suffer whores great Solon did create A law to quit them Apollo in those ages Did reck on him one of the seven Sages T is proved by Philemon and Menander 'T is strange a man so wise should prove a Pander Yong men might have their harlots he first did Erect that Temple where such queanes were hid To wanton Venus they were priz'd in Greece They without feare their customers might fleece When Perses Realme began much to decay In Venus Temple they were set to pray In Corinth they did use that very thing And Ephesus of infamy did ring For faire whores they did raise up sumptuous building And praised Venus when they found'em yeelding Wise Aristotle had a great esteeme Of common strumpets he by sense did deeme Them fit for honor he did so much prize His Hermia and Ceres sacrifize He offer'd to 'em Venus was the first That us'd this art in Cyprus many durst By her perswasions to commit this sin Yet she must be a goddesse Hell broke in Then unresisted Maids did go astray By custome still before their marriage day To gaine a dowry but they gave a see To Venus first of their Virginity The Babylonians did allow that all That were decai'd in goods or were in thrall Should give their daughters to the will of those What ere they were or be they friends or foes That would relieve them for Aspasia's sake Pericles did great battels undertake Lampridus saith an Emperor of Rome Did keeps a house of whores when 's friends did come Vnto his feast he 'd make 'em freely eat What he provided was provoking meat According to the number of their dishes So were their whores the 're boūd to reape their wishes For bawds and whores so much he did esteem them That he from death end prison would redeem them He call'd them soldiers and he gave them pay But chiefly when he found them at the play He 'd shew his bounty she that lov'd the art And was most skilfull did possesse his heart And any Mattons that did love the pleasure He 'd free 'em for 't 2nd pay 'em from his treasure Cirena in this way did all excell She was surnam'd the gulf of lust or hell Proculus did deflowre in one night Ten faire sweet Virgins with his cursed might In fifteen dayes a hundred he did force This Lord of Pluto's never had remorse The Poets faine that Hercules did more H'of fifty maids made every one a whore Within a night Sappho is guilty too A Poetresse cause she did Phaon wooe Metrodus concubine her wit did bend In writing books her whoredome to defend Leenath ' Athenian would not name her friend Though tortut'd on a rack her life did end I wonder hell should such a temper give To save another she deny's to live Rhodope that famous Quean did get so much A thriving whore time found not any such As built a Pyramis in dust she 's hurl'd That still abides a wonder in the world Thais would never trade that faire fac'd beast Except with Kings or Princes at the least But Messalina being an Emp'rours wife Esteem'd her lust as pretious as her life In Stewes she did the rankest whores exceed Though strength did faile desires still did breed What need I speake of Joane the Naples Qucene Or other Gallants that would sin unseene Or of faire Iulia or that Monarchs lust Or Pasiphae and how the plague was just How many great oncs were by such meanes got How some were cool'd with curses when th'were hot How Kings have left their Queens how divers more Have been bewitcht disgrac'd undone made poore What looks and gestures words and hot embraces Bold strumpets use you 'l finde them in their places Lais the whore was prais'd by Cephalus And Nais extolld by Alcidanus Most of the ancient Poets more or lesse Did wanton solly in their songs expresse But Ovid more to his Corinna writes The praise of lust more sully he indites I' th' Art of love or else the whorish Art To paint out whoredome strumpets had his heart In other things do his wit applaud But yet in this what was he but a Bawd Octavius for it banisnt him from Rome Let bawdy Poets here have such a doome Such poy son'd pamphlets heretofore were burn'd And all the Authors out of favour turn'd Let Masters banish them out of their schooles Lest they corrupt the youth make them prove fooles The learned Plato from the Common-wealth Did drive such sinners 't is against the health Of nations persons Rome sometimes did renew Their priviledge when Flaminus they slew With divers more with blood they purg'd this crime This sin grew out of fashion for a time Of this fowle fault who ever guiltie is Shall finde it apt to give him what is his The womans lust doth differ from the men The young from old the rich from poore agen The Countries too just as they are enrag'd So to their lusts they 're diversly engag'd Mans love is fervent womans obstinate Young men are wanton old men purchase hate Poore with their service rich men with their gifts The most with feasts the roaring Sparks with shifts The Gentlemen with maskings sights and playes The barren wit in painting out her praise The Italian doth dissemble with his love With verses he 'l applaud her still to move Her to affect him then he 'l jealous grow Without a watch-man he will not allow Her libertie if he cannot obtaine her His tongue
can judge in this I doe not flatter If any Critick do's it is no matter You Cynick brood should I for feare of you Hide truth that 's plaine let Princes have their due Here I could dwell but love constraines my will To leave his praises to an abler quill But if the practice of so sweet a Prince Will not prevaile such sinners to convince Then let his Scepter fall upon all those Let them be numbred with his hatefull foes My Muse is only bent against this sinne If by her chidings she can any winne From hel's wide mouth and keep some back from thence Good words will serve to make a recompence She tries her skill and beares the paine and cost If she prevaile not 't is but labour lost The med'cin's sharp the Patients must endure A desp'rate wound must have a desp'rate cure But to returne back to the Imp againe My Muse is full and overcharg'd with paine To vent her mind me thinks I spy him yonder It should be hee he looks so like a pander 'T is he 't is he now I will break my mind Call Satyres too and pay him in his kind Thou fowlbred vassall I was there any age That ever brought thy like upon the stage Do'st sell thy selfe and put to sale thy name What is thy gaine but never dying shame Thou pawnst thy soule and all do'st think to dwell For ever here oh who shall fill up hell But shamelesse vermine these thy hatefull crimes Shallmake thy name the canker of the times Thy wife 's a whore thou art consenting to it The guilt will catch thee with a curse to doe it I never knew a villaine in my life Before that was a pander to his wife Whores will increase if they can be so hid And speed as well as I. O. B. N. did Speak doth she play the whore by thy command Or art thou forct in feare of her to stand Or is 't for maintainance or else the care Thou hast to pack off rotten broken ware Art thou bewitcht or low of stature borne That she must raise thee higher by the horne Art thou no cuckold in thy dull conceit Vnlesse thou bearst upon thy back the weight To make her common or hast thou a mind To follow whores and pay her in her kind That makes but hell the hotter is 't not true Except thou turne hell-fire is thy due There thou wilt meet thy sin and thou shalt see The devill will commit a rape on thee Thou lt curse thy wife if hell once grasp that whore Cerberus will like a Pander keep the dore Such sinners stay not long the earth denies Them room to tread on away the aire flies And leaves them breath lesse hell her fee will crave The earth is vext t' afford such Imps a grave Where sin makes way death is invited thither They are acquainted and they go together Thy customers will faile leave thee accurst Then thou wilt break worse than thou didst at first Thou 'lt be but sport for boyes and scorn for all And who will then be grieved at thy fall They 'll point and say this Pimp of late did swagger And roar about but now he 's grown a begger He wants his capons pigeons choice of wine And suits of silke he 's bare and like to pine And when the whore with shame is turn'd thus off Old and diseas'd she 'l be the common scoffe She 'l slily wander up and down the street And trade for three pence if shee can but meet Some simple gull that 's newly grown in date She 'l rise to six pence or a higher rate She cannot work but onely with her taile And when her truck for three pence once doth faile Perhaps she 'l use her hands and learn to palter And end her dayes in Bridewell or a halter But if you both enjoy your pleasures here And suck the sweet of sin being free from feare And spend your dayes in pomp and that you have Enough to build a Record o're your grave Alas what is 't besides your living shame Then who are winners reckon not the game Before 't is play'd Some dy'd in state we know That had their graves in flaming hell below They tooke their leaves of pleasures and they go From painted joyes into eternall woe Leave sin in time and do your best endevour To purge your soules or sin will sink you ever Time cals away adieu I think you 're vext I le speake more freely when I meet you next SECT 48. Of a black impudent Slut that more a dressing of faire hayre on her head and black patches on her wrinkled tallow-face and her reply answered WHat is this Imp that trades in borrow'd ware She 's black like darknesse trim'd with morning hair Speak art not thou a hatefull bird of night Or art a Viper or with seeming light Dost think to gull the world t' increase thy hire Thou canst not cozen nature thy desire Is fruitlesse vaine thine black was known to be Like Cypresse shade the borrow'd's light like thee But pr'y thee tell me is thine owne out-worn Being often over-heat or only shorn Because 't was black ' or else because the grey Was ming led with it thou didst change't away For private reasons 'cause it ever told The truth of thee in saying thou wer told And thou would'st still be young and that betray'd thee Thou should'st have don 't before time had bewray'd thee Didst thou disdaine what nature did bestow On thee as dowry didst thou never know 'T was nearest thy complection was 't not strange To leave thy owne and take the worst in change Mubh like a snake oregrown with age and then thou 'dst cast thy skin and so grow fresh agen But couldst thou change thy skin then thou might'st passe For currant ware though thou art nasty trash But then all must be chang'd thy theeth thine eyes Thy wrincles must be fil'd and that which lies Forsaked of the blood must be renew'd Thy veines must shew themselves all must be view'd If this were done thou mightst be kept for store Then who durst take thee for a common whore Besides thy name must quite be changed too Though 't be a trick as queans doe use to doe Or else for Names-sake thou must beare the staine And none will speak to thee but in disdaine These are but words of course nor can it bee Time should consent to paint a hide for thee Suite with thy selfe cast off thy purcha'st ' haire Weare what 's thine owne if Nature leaves thee bare Hide still thy head leave off thy lust and pride Ot thou'lt be wonder'd at when thou art spi'de Nay more I say the patches on thy face Doe shew thy folly speak to thy disgrace What do'st thou think them to be ornaments Or that they 're like to further thy intents Or vile desires thy furrow'd cheeks are yellow Thy beetle browes are colour'd just like tallow The gracelesse crew and all the roaring Sparks Know
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
stronger And as the evening shadow grows still longer So custome spreds it selfe This one thing know Thou 'st age enough to match with fiends below If thou be married 't is the breach of truth Betwixt thee and the partner of thy youth Which curses will requite 't will be a blot To thee and thine for ever and thy lot Will be the like or worse such men do find Lex talionis paid home in their kind If thou art single and thy lust prove strong Prevent the worst by Marriage tarrying long May force the floods to overflow the banks Then men grow fearelesse fit for hellish pranks This sin is never single it must be Ioyn'd with anothers in adultery As though the guilty threatning to rebell Breath'd out disdaine to go alone to hell He beares the double sin though they agreed A little time to sin this shame full deed When done 't will breed them everlasting odds They 're painted roses which do turne to rods Looke on the imperfections of a whore Some in her person but sh 'as worse and more In disposition if thou hast but wit This thing alone may ' swage thy frenzy fit But if thou hast no skil or art in doubt Bring her to me I 'le help to find ' emout But if thy lust exceed in strength being great Starve it with hunger and asswage the heat With faire coole water drink nor wine nor beere Till thou hast purg'd thy soule and made all cleare Refuse no counsell let it pierce thy heart And welcome a reproofe though it seemes smart To thee 't is wholsome company with such That hate this vice and love good for there 's much Good gotten by them they 've no poison'd breath In life like such as thou wouldst have at death Give up thy selfe to Christ then thou maist say Thou' rt not thine own thou canst not go astray To joyne with harlots for thy soul 's bespoken The marriage day is set his love 's the token Of thy eternal good Hee 'le ever keep Thee from those vermine that about thee creep Here 's profit pleasure everlasting gaine Which with consent wil banish all thy paine View heavens glory fixing still thine eyes With confidence to pierce the lofty skyes And look beyond thy sense and silence reason Note well the beauty take the blessed season To raise thy heart see what reward those find That were not foyl'd with lust or womankind But when thou look'st take this advise of mine Thinc eyes thy heart thy ends must be Divine Then turne thine eyes tow'ards hel where thou maist see The plagues the torments and the misery That hel-hounds do indure and that will make Thy raging lust grow tame thy heart wil ake To think the swallowing of a blasted pleasure Should gender wrath endlesse in weight and measure The potion's mingled those that drink that cup Their streames of lust will soon be dryed up Their dainty pallats thirst th' insatiate whore With roaring Tom shall act that sin no more Their moystur's gone but there 's the greater fire Mixe stil with brimstone that 's the whorish hire There are no beauties no nor light to see Except t' be shame and sins deformitie They dwell with devils and their inward room Is burning hell their prison and their tomb What if thou shouldst when none of these will take Destroy a member some for heavens sake Have done as much 't is better thou shouldst cast One part away than lose thy selfe at last Mistake me not I doe not prompt thee to it If former meanes prevaile thou maist not doe it To save his soule who is 't that would not use A certaine cure pray here my pen excuse There 's nothing else except time dos afford Fresh remedies being ancient he is stor'd With cures both old and new the sinner old Will leave his lust or that him 'cause he 's cold For physick helps those that professe that Art Can shew thee which will calme thy boyling heart If that should misse I think this will not faile Live like a begging Fryar in a jayle Stone wals and iron grates are very good To temper thee and qualifie thy blood But if it be a woman she must shun Her liberty work hard not like a Nun To stitch a gorget but to turne a mill Or draw a wheelbarrow though against her will There are appointed places 'mong the rest If I may judge the Bridewels are the best And let the whip lye always in her sight Let blew-cote beadles lock her up at night And call her early up let time be inch't And of her labour let her not be pinch't There 's one thing more which I am loth to name 'T will strange Iust but 't will preferre thy shame Probatum est 't is nothing but a rope Made fast and loose 't is all the hangmans hope Thy hope thy pleasure with thy life will end 'T is then too late to say thou wilt amend The hangman's still in haste the carmans pay Will not availe to tarry halfe a day The Priest will pray but he is never long He has it ready when he holds his tongue The pangs of death come on thee when thy face Is cover'd ore oh what a fearefull cale Art thou in then the men in post will ride But when they come and find thee dead fast tyde Vnto a halters end the people gone To Gregory and thy grave thou' rt left alone But where abides thy soule ' las who can know I feare 't will be confin'd to dwell below Remember what I say read o're this book Perhaps thou maist in reading love to looke Vpon thine own estate learne to be wise 'T is sharp but wholsome 't will not blast thine eyes If 't will but turne thy heart 't will quit the cost Or strengthen any 't is not labour lost The guiltlesse and the convert shall for mee Go uncontroll'd Then let my Muse passe free Read it with patience take what is thy due I he are the whispring of a bawdy crue I needs must answer them Or they 'l abuse My harmlesse meaning and my free-borne Muse. SECT 56. The supposed railing objections imprecations of the filthy brood against the Author and the Book A Bawdy knot being met having found The Nights Search trenching in their common ground Began to grumble first the Bawd did speak â— A busie foole whose brains are sunk or weak Hath writ a book 't was principally made To shame us all and overthrow our trade I heard a gallant speak as if it came Post with a whip in Tom a' Bedlams name 'T is arm'd with fury every line spits fire I wish a halter were the Authours hire Pand. I 've bought the book I heard 't was new come out I have it here to put you out of doubt He rails he frets with biting jeers in scoffe Keeps much ado yet comes but poorly off He writes of whipping pillering and carting Burning curses hanging too at parting Bawd Let