day If the Defendant come within your power Pray make him pay an Angell for an hower Or you 'll degenerate how 's truth abus'd Such roguing Catch-polls should be ever us'd A weakling taken with a harlots voyce And fawning looks neglects his former choyce To cleave to her who with her venom'd breath Divides his heart alive but at her death This Sot falls sick his senses do decay And now his filth breaks out another way For he lyes bed-rid vext and he doth rave All his delights are buried in the grave With that me thought I saw and heard a Bawd The situation and her house applaud Which stands entire a fob made under ground To hide her Cattell where a catch turnes round To let 'em in and out a slie back doore Where any bash full knave or modest whore May come and go unseen besides the leads Where they may hide if they should search the beds Iron boks to ev'rie door and the staires made So cunningly that I can drive my trade Vnknowne to all with wanton pictures trim'd My rooms are all some painted and some limb'd Like to the paler vermine whose renowne 〈◊〉 to creep up and nest upon the Crowne The height of their ambition can no higher They with such bawdes must downe into the fire A man whose passion had engag'd his heart To one whose lust had ty'd to act her part With him being lawlesse she her time will spend With what 's most precious so to have her end But he began to have an inward eye And having drawne the streames of pleasures dry The gravell fills his mouth Thus he complains Vnto himselfe I must expect the pains Which follow sinfull sweets which are at strife To seale disgrace upon then take my life Lust steales the name of love I must abide Reproach among my friends on ev'ry fide My sores break out my childrens cries breed griefe My ' state 's consum'd I cannot give relief To serve their wants Diseases which I have Will 〈◊〉 my 〈◊〉 piece-meale to the grave What helps to make me wearie of my life The constant barking of a froward wife Who us'd to vex me where she did me find And spread my same yet could not change my mind But most of all my soule a bleeding lies Fearing to be releas'd from him it flyes That must give help if any comes at all Or to the burning deep I downe must fall VVhere hypocrites must dwell who are misled That seek for living fruits among the dead She muses hee so long from her did stay And sends these lines to hasten him away My love I long to see thy face Oh! come to me I will imbrace Thy sweet bosome let not me For want of thy sweet company Lye dipt in teares is love growne cold Or have those six dayes made thee old Or has thy peevish brawling wife Made thee refrain so sweet a life Be not dismaid when fortune brings Me gold with other gallant things 'T is all thine owne to come make hast And then the winter will be past With all conditions I can fit To humour thee and heare thy wit Thy absence makes my heart opprest Which lives in thine and so I rest Thy friend or not for this world H. E. From my lodging in Lukeners-lane His Answer Though I was foolish mad and vain To sell away my heart To buy a never-dying staine And cheapen lasting smart By thy temptations I was drawne To fall in love with sin To lay my soule my life to pawne To fetch new torments in I now renounce my former deeds And what I lov'd before I hate it bitter griefe exceeds Teares wash them off the score Vaine is thy suit repent and turne Thy former waies amend Least wrath in thee doth ever burne Where cursed pleasures end Thine once but now his owne From Princes street Like to an Oxe when she these lines had read Which having felt the axe upon his head Staggers a while and gaines a little stay Then tugs the roap but cannot 'scape away Or like the swine whose throat receives the knife He runs about to loose his wearied life She fumes with rage and stares about for death The knife 's mislaid she cannot get out breath Without some warning then a rope she got And tide it to a beame made fast the knot And stretcht her neck so thus she ends her life And changes mortall for immortall strife Her Epitaph as she hangs This lump of clay the heavens do disdaine O're-matcht by hell dy'd over-charg'd with sinne Hangs in the aire whereas the Devills raigne Earth brought her out which scornes to take her in Her soule 's confin'd within those blacke precincts Which will not take her carkase 'cause she stinks Sir Justice Had-been prompting whores and theeves Turn'd to the slime of shame whom he releeves Must weare the badge of hell A poor mans grief Being forc'd to lodge a punck and keep a thief At his command for nought broke out so fast That shame did blush to hear 't till at the last He told him had he brought a in hand He had been eas'd for justice cannot stand With bare complaints This tribe was lately shent And routed too pray thank the Parliament Shame steeld with impudence one brings his nurse That 's gag'd for hell to twist a double curse And challenge vengeance 'cause his wife lyes in They 'll have a chamber writ to charge their sin A spotted fondling which begins to swagger 'Cause she 's indicted here the codpiece-dagger Receives it name Fog with a fierie face As free from coyne as he is bare of grace Yet stockt with knavetie would adjourne this curse His words are bribes because his emptie purse Stands out-law'd for the fact he did last night Though he appears that durst not come in sight Some are not ripe enough for death to pluck Nor is their measure full some others suck The poyson with their sins untill they burst All turning not are at the last accurst Like Toads or Traytours being Male-contents That from faire day-light hide their foule intents But spets 'em in the night Here they do mind Their owne undoing in another kind The Panther drawes men with his pleasing sent Into or neare his den when his intent Is to devoure'em So the Devill drawes The sinners in where with his sharper clawes He teares their flesh Poore creature that exceeds The second Devill in his cursed deeds Who freely loves the sins but hates the shames That follow close nor will he owne those names The Devill lives a Batchelour but he Is free from acting of adulterie As from foule language he was never drunk Nor did he ere lye bed-rid for a Punk Hee 'll nere begin nor pledge thy Masters health Hee 'd rather give than steale a way mens wealth Whom he arrests they do not take it well Yet ere hee 'll hang himselfe hee 'll hang in hell His sins are spirituall to act such ill
smoake doth charme the eye And they 'l be all Gentile before they goe For they can prove this weede makes all men so The roaring smokers they me thinkes doe mocke Let him be judge that 's in the Porters frocke Some are bewitch't to this out-landish weede Nor can they leave though that with fire doe breed A sulphrous sinoake that representeth hell Is 't Christian like the Heathens they can tell Is 't whole some in excesse those that did strive T' exceede found death too soone were they alive They 'd fright you from it if men were not blind They would not to the Divell be so kind Ti's not Gentile this cause the hangman try'd Who tooke it but the day before he dy'd Mistake me not t is lawfull to be us'd As Phisicall but not to be abus'd I have digrest where 〈◊〉 the Watch so long I cannot find now I may hold my tongue Peace yonder sits the Beadle on a Bench His candles out and he ha's got a Wench With whom hee 's to familliar that 's the cause He frees such Imps contrary to the lawes Hee 'l over looke their Cells if you complaine What would you have him cruell ti's in vaine Hee 'l plead their custome urge me not must I Doe what my Predecessors did deny And for the Constable hee 's much in feare For those that went before him yeare by yeare Did passe such things perhaps they got a fee They be our neighbours and we must agree We must be mercifull what er'e we doe That 's harsh to'ards them we should repent o' nt too Ah no redresse I must goe search agen Some honesty may dwell among such men Well now I am in hope for heer 's a man Reputed just accuse him if you can Make roome for Master Constable for he Hath purchas'd wisdome by authoritie His Staffe is neatly painted he will frowne Keep off or els poynt black hee 'l knock you downe Hee 'l use his power freely in his fit What ere you thinke pray question not his wit He naturally knowes his charge in 's place And he can judge before he heares a case His confidence is strong his fancy weake His eyes are dimme yet he can see to speake When once his toungue is dipt in Spanish oyle It runnes all byas though his heeles doe faile Submit your selves for he 's a man of might He is no spirit though he walkes by night He 's Justice in the Letter Friend or foe If you offend him to the Goyle you goe His Guard attends upon him weapon'd men Affront'em not for feare they turne agen But there 's no danger with an angry word Th'ir laid at least wise if they see a sword Mistrust him not to differ place or time He being prov'd not guilty of the crime He 'l make you smoake one fearing he had wit Was shrewdly shent the Officer was quit From such a slander th' others fain to make Confession of his fault he 'l warning take By this mischance and promising to men Ner'e to be jealous of his wit agen The Magistrate being pleas'd doth at his charge Make him a feast and now he will enlarge His words beyond all measure nor can I Attend upon him till his eyes be dry Oh tender heart how sudden is thy change The Juglers slights are common thine are strange Nature for changes forced now must be To worke by night and take her aime from thee If full mouth'd winter thus can charme thy yeares The gentle spring will 〈◊〉 thee into teares He that to buy a jest can spend his store I 'de have him still collected for the poore When honesty and wit are in a fright Who shall we find to overlooke the night One is a foole in grosse the other dreames His retaile 's just yet both are in extreames A foolish pitty makes a hellhound worse And justice out of joynt will spurne and curse All reason out of use who can but see 'T is hot and cold beyond the ninth degree Video et doceo perhaps I may Find better orders when I search by day SECT. 12. A Doctor kept a 〈◊〉 Jade His Will being dead shee 'l 〈◊〉 his Trade With his Receipts what she can cure The Will is prov'd she must endure To take the shame and leave the rest Her husbands sorrow is exprest Of her Reply shee 'l print a Bill To blaze her Art and hide her ill I Went forth right and saw within my Round A great Phisitian but he was not sound His wife was old his promis'd love was dead He shun'd her company and loath'd her bed Although his love was dead yet he did strive With all his Art to keep his Lust alive A young one he must have and she must be A married wife that their Adultery Might be compleat he 'd keep her in despite Of all Gain-sayers through the Divells right He claymes her for his owne her husband may Bewaile his wrong but can not find away To right himselfe for they have both agreed To stand for Hell and Death his heart doth bleed But they rejoyce in glist'ring all their sinns To make exchange Now Infamy begins To blaze their shame abroad yet they do sleight The breath of men they will not break delight But the Phisitian though his Trull was by Did fall downe sicke so sick that he must dye Now farewell all delights Thou must endure The Launce of Death thy art can finde no cure But he had time to mourne before he dy'd Yet in that time his Doxie from his side Would never part his wife and Children may See him for once but there they must not stay He makes his Will and gives unto his Whoore Halfe his Estate his cast off wife's left poore With all his off-spring Mourning she must have T' attend his Corps unto his silent Grave Wherein he 's layd and there he must abide Past cure untill his second Act be tri'd His Epitaph THis peece of art that lye beneath these stones Maintain'd a 〈◊〉 untill his flesh was dri'd With death she 〈◊〉 the marrow from his bone He broke his marriage vow before he dy'd He liv'd a 〈◊〉 but now he must Like paracelsus only deale in dust THis halfe excextrix hath gain'd great skill she 'l practice Physicke to remove what ill Is gender'd in the bladder she 'l endure But Morbus Gallicus she cannot cure She cures the stone exactly with your paines To helpe you to the running of the reines All fleshly humors with her art she 'l nurse And last of all she 'l ease you of your purse She 'l car ' her medicene home with all of which She 'l help her Husbands head and make him rich And when the will is prov'd she will begin To temper druggs to counter vaile her sin She 'l have her share these goods were hers before And those she had for playing of the Whore Some petty things she beg'd whose are the rest The will declares he swore he lov'd
gain'd A part of what I had I will not leave Her company till time doth me bereave Of sense and motion If thou still wilt nurse Such jealous fancies thou wilt make me worse Be rul'd by her and do not me mistake Thou speedst and far'st the better for her sake Do' it think for dyet I would be so free Spend thus at home but for her companie Then turning to his hag he thus did say I am no turn-coat I 've devis'd a way To fit her in her kinde I 'l send her down I' th' Countrey to her friends although they frown What matter is 't expences will be large There let her leave her load 't will ease my charge And when she 's gone we 'l fell the houshold stuffe To spend the coyne we 'l have delight enough When she sees this and hears what mirth we had Being wilde before these things will make her mad Poor soul th' art bought and sold but do not fear Thy Hell is all on Earth their Heaven 's here Thy sufferings will be short Repent and pray Thy next will be a sweeter marriage-day Ye cursed blind-worms if ye had your due Hell should be hotter made and brought to you Yo 've wrong'd a harmle's soul Your sins will be Chang'd into plagues and then you 'l disagree Thou Incubus how cans't escape the curse That 's laid below and Succuba is worse Your hateful brood being passent in their ill Keeps off the Muses from my humble Quill SECT. XIV The Vsurer and Broker stept Into a hole how dry'd Whore kept The rueful Court A Witch descry'd A devilish Lawyer in his pride The speechles bell A trap two stroyes A Beggar doth adopt two Boyes The vaporing Rogues new Traitors found The Guards neglected in the Round A Welchmans guilt much sorrow brings Though he complains his Cozen sings SO many changes in a night before The meadows were like â—allet â—ugger'd ore Now change their party colours and the Ice E'rewhile was proof of steel yet in a trice Fals in consumption as it doth decay Ingenders treach'rous pits which do betray My ' nocent Babes The Broker doth begin To try the depth the Usurer steps in To free his Debtor To be dry'd they went To White-crosse-street The Usurer had lent The Broker many a pound and he no doubt Had lent upon good pawns the money out This house had pawn'd him divers pretious things Silk Peticoats and Gowns with Diamond rings Hats scarffs and dressings handkechers of lawn Their smocks in time of trouble went to pawn To line themselves within When trading fails Poor tyers Hackneys cannot pawn their The Usurer is fearful not of sin Since Story broke he 'l call his money in Yet having seen the pawns without abuse He 'l have gratuity besides the use For feelings now and then he 'l be content To take 'em here forbear the money lent So he be shot-free Trading will increase Seing cut-throat huxters sue to make their peace With that I met a man that rung a bell Who thought the Marshall-Court was kept in Hell Chief Officers were sunk the Marshals brains Could find no grave the Steward left his gains The Cryer and the Jaylor with the rest Which to recrute their Den were judg'd the best By Devils are preferr'd How they agree You 'l hear more on 't for Web is gone to see A Lawyer known that died of Lincolns-Inne Appear'd in sight as living he had bin Who spit out haile-shot which did fall so fast That made us run A seeming beauty past And kept her distance as we trac'd the ground His bell grew speechlesse having lost the sound So Damb yet still remains And in a fray A Witch Cat-like did carr ' his Dog a way Then one that had been carted for a bawd Complain'd she was betray'd yet did applaud The plot of those that bargain'd for a Whore And made her panderesse to keep the door Till Tostes came from one whom she did sue Who call'd her so but could not prove it true Till sin conceiv'd again which with consent Made proclamation for her punishment A man compleat in habit dogg'd a Whore Asham'd to arm her but he mark't the door Where fetching of a compas she went in He follow'd after not asham'd of sin So it be private Sorrow meets with shame To seize his person first and then his name With that I heard three voices sing with grace The Mean the Treble and the Beggers Base Two of them vapouring Citizens both known Adopted by the Begger for his own He 'l bring them up that they may grow more vile Let them but sin and he will beg the while To bear 'em out in 't Then this Grandy sings A publike Maunder deals with private things Still moving on I heard a hideons brawl Their chief Commander had been a Corporal But now cashierd they swore and did protest They 're Majors all a Captain was the least And so they passe they live by theft and rore With sack-split-oaths Each Vassal keeps his Whore Horn was as great though he in New-gatetry'd The Virginals till he at Tyburn dy'd But in a Fog I heard a twisted breath As though that sin and Hell had brawl'd with death For 's 〈◊〉 but near the Dammee crue I durst not venter as I lay perdue Being twice in such so like the Devils hands I bought distrust I do not like such bands Methought I heard these words We have compounded for the bloud we spilt Which ran as Round-heads purg'd away the guilt By a confiding Oath And now we may Without distrust walk weapon'd night and day To find out Royalists about the Town Upon Commission pull the prisons down To make a gallant party If we please To raise a stock we 'l plunder rob and seize On any thing Our projects being hid Will better thrive then ever Waller's did With Roiler's wit Our fortunes all are crost Let 's swear each other 't is but labour lost We 're all made men if this invention thrives Or at the worst we can but lose our lives We are despis'd We may our Father tels Break faith with Hereticks and infidels What sores may break when knaves are discontented It 's best to doubt to have the worst prevented Their water 's low they double in like shrimps As witches are forsaken by their Imps. When Justice meets them so these twice sold slaves Are left by wrath to vengeance-purchast graves Then to the line I went to walk the round Where fast asleep a Centinel I found I check'd him thus Thou art cipher'd Ginne To let knaves out with ease and villains in The guards were carelesse with their matches out Some drunk some absent others marcht about In grumbling postures wheels when wanting liquer Do move as free and turn about much quicker They take a charge but not discharge the thing An old acquittance goes for Manwaring A cancell'd bill they passe in
in chiefe His habit like a Carpenter his hose Of Beggars velvet here and there a rose Brancht out with fruits his wast-coat verie red A plaited band a cap wrought on his head A rule by 's side his apron rugged leather His stockings blue his heeles went close together With flat sol'd shooes I drawing neere to see His cloke-bag hose were ti'd above the knee His hands were brawnie with a swarfie face Much like the Jew that us'd to haunt the place Which ends this bawdie Row Black Nick's their guest Who minds them most when they do mind him least He 's much in love with Cock and haunts her bed He ccurts her twice and if her maiden-head Had been but vampt sh' ad pleas'd this cautious Spie Who fear'd the heat She did but draw his eye He hopes to match her to encrease the breed Of Vulcans nephews and the Serpents seed He loves the Mistresse too because she 's right He 'd be the Jewes corrivall but to night The Clerk must becord her first hee 'll patience learne Finding she breeds up others for his turne And payes the use to hell when she doth call Who hopes at last to have the principall This fiend is active downward he doth creep And finds a vassall enter'd fast asleep Who had not paid the custome for his sin But thought to cheat the Devill who came in And like a coarse he winds him in the sheet And carr's him out and layes him in the street By rule he measur'd him as though his doome Had been to make his coffin or his tomb But left him on his face as if this slave For 's 〈◊〉 were to scratch himselfe a grave When waking he amazed and affright With nembling joynts fierce looks with 's haire upright Ran to and fro he by experience found His lodging was upon the Devills ground Where he will build anew or pitch his tent And for this end this carpenter was sent He 's often in the cellar through a chink He 'll peep when Giunie comes to draw the drink Sculk in the drinking-rooms when any whore Lookes on his face he slinks behind the doore And vanisheth yet knocking neare the rout Stamps on the flowre and throwes the goods about Trips up the staires and finds a sherk a bed He walks about the room then holds his head He proves a constant ghuest both night and day But like the Scotch-man Deile a groat he 'll pay Well Nick mounts higher yet and whets his tooles Throwes down the table up and down the stooles And finds a Pinnace waking by and by He takes his axe ands lifts it up on high Aimes at her necke and holds it o're the bed As though he did intend to chop her head Off at a blow if thus he had serv'd this jade 'T had been enough to 've spoiled the hang-mans trade A reall warning and the stroke had been But yet she is not blacke enough with sin She 's fearfull strange she doth not like his pitch If she were old enough to make a witch He 'd grow familiar with her then he spv'd A Surgeon coming on who must be fry'd For being scalded or the old disease Creeps through her bones which can afford no ease Must have a private search and who but he Attend him up the Carpenter must see Sometimes he 'd peepe and by and by he 'd pause First here then there and when he found the cause Slunk out of sight the Surgeon saw him first Call'd for a Jugge of beere to quench his thirst Tooke him to be the tapster but in feare He left his Patient and forgot his beere The Carpenter was taken with this Jade And for her sake he had forsooke his Trade Pack't up his tooles and sent away his boxe Save that he was afraide to catch the Or to be burn'nt he could not leave his Nel Alas he knowes there 's heate enough in bell I heard a sudden knocking at a dore None in the house but choise of goods and store The answer was No person is within They heard one as they saide and doe begin To give salutes to blinde the Neighbours eyes They put one in and car'd away the prize Neare to that place was a malignant crue Plotting deceits let Casar have his due And spurne at those like Drones within the hives That fetch them hony to preserve their lives Then coming neare their Camp some swore som drunk Each two or three betwixt them had their punck Some rob'd some stole and brought it to their den They 've license for 't shall Princes loose their men For want of pincks and plunder Is it right Th' associated pillage made 'em fight As they preserve Truth Liberty and Lawes So let them thrive let Justice trie the cause Here 's one comes moaning of her selfe her case Is very bad she cannot keepe her place For Supervisers Wenches tooke away For Bridewell birds But I shall see the day When they shall suffer for this foule abuse I made amends Now pleasures out of use If such prevaile we that have pleas'd the Age Shall have rewards in Bridewell or the Cage But here 's another which is rare to finde Of better temper formerly too kinde Which breakes her heart makes teares drop downe along Her paler cheekes true sorrow moves her tongue Thus to disclose her greife Oh! thou that govern'st all things pitty mee That have lov'd sinners and forsaken thee I 've purchast shame Oh! thou that giv'st all grace Shew me thy beauty let me see thy face In sweeter termes and let thy Spirit fill My soule with love of thee to hate all ill Teach me to feare thee while I draw my breath And free me from the snares of sinne and death Although in sinne I 've spent my former dayes Yet make me now an Instrument of prayse Among the fondlings one is founde here blest Who like a Pliemix will disgrace the rest I press't on still my night being sharpe and long And spy'd two Shifters but I held my tongue One was in threed-bare scarlet wanting colour The other was in blacke as he grew duller His robes turned gray with age 't was my intent To marke their carriage to a stewes they went The bawde was Pocky-sicke yet spoke this beast Ah! I am going to eternall rest To see my Saviour I must minde my toombe Those whom you seeke are in the drawing roome Goe take your choise when I am dead and rotten Honest Meg Spencer will not be forgoten My Girles were free you never knew that I Diâ—grac't a man that left our company â—hat comfort 's this to me goe I am ill You stand in thornes untill you have your will Here 's mischeife in the abstract In their path Sin walkes with hell in state death arm'd with wrath Doggs them behinde The divell keepes his Court A while on earth to make his fondlings sport Had hell a quezie stomacke they might bee Sav'd
envious Roundheads blase my shame I leave it to your wise consideration Being joynt Executors this my will Within two monthes you must fulfill Or my Ghost will 〈◊〉 you But this disaster parted all the rout T' will cost you paines agen to finde A Poetaster comes And yet I The' are rough They They He How Art They are not With ekes from weight As is the horseleech the Poetaster Whose sides bagg out when newly fetcht from grasse His prayses make them rich He hewes their feete Like his that rim'd for farthings in the streete Yet they have tooke a Pinnas who 's at strife To cut the throate or poison his poore wife But feares the Wardens check her love of late That walks to 's Mannor once a Month in start He 's 〈◊〉 a begging paper to a Knight Or else he had bin study'ng all this night They made his worship laugh yet gave no chink But stuft his belly and his braines with drink His rimes made privy seales he sweares being vext He 'll write no more to Knights a Lord 's the next He rail'd and reel'd about untill he found His heels betray'd his fancies to the ground But no learshon poore Poets old excuse His stock was witte before 't was put to use As is the Ty-dog mad when he breaks loose Here spoiles a sheepe and there he pulls a goose Yonder a calfe With rage and venome prest He 'll bite a man as well as teare a beast At last he 's caught he dies they seize his skinne He suffers for his fact yet free from sinne Being hard to take so violent and curst Before he dyes he 's knockt and 〈◊〉 first Such fit similitude may blaze your ill To open view although he made no will You all had chaines by nature on your necks Nor did all spring from dunghills but had checks With sweeter education Natures tye Is broke by force from what you learn'd your flye Make spoyle of what you finde 〈◊〉 a while You pull and teare and growing still more vile By finne you 'r caught burnt mangl'd and disgrac't Disarmd unnos'd dismouth'd and some unfac't The Law doth seare whippe crop you at the last Death takes you as he findes you having cast Your naisty plaisterd 〈◊〉 into the dirt Your soules grow mad where they can doe no hurt I pitty you Ah! must your helplesse soules Dwell still in teares and groanes where hels black roules Ingroc't with all your sinnes lye in your sight To gnaw your wounds but never see the light Yet all such torments with the soule in summes Dwell but in as earnest till the body comes SECT. IX A 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is 〈◊〉 His shirt exchang'd a smock displaid With Armes upon 't Another time A basket-wench renues his crime The grated Vermine Rebels land Shall buy no finne at second hand The drunken dust how shame breaks in A wooden ligge prevents a sin The guilty Priests a Drab denyes Her husbands names the Judge then spyes A glorious sight The young mans greife The old mans shame must have 〈◊〉 THe Ayre as now enlighten'd with a gleame Night winkes at all or being in a dreame A gentle 〈◊〉 glides in she 's over-prest Or having tooke a surfet at the feast Quicke eyes tooke license to behold the crimes That are in 〈◊〉 with the charge of times Darke losers 〈◊〉 bearded Comets seene Backebite Dame Venus flatter with the Queene Yet breaking 〈◊〉 with finners they devide Their shame by equall portions Then I spi'de A Squire of 〈◊〉 Court to recruite his sin A facke of female kitchin-stuffe tooke in To greaze his way to hell and his intents With 〈◊〉 oaths and compleents Were varnishd thus Dam-me I 've a minde To court thy louzie carkase be but kinde Let me imbrace thy corps it is my will To search thy closet doe not take it ill Be not so coy confound me thou art strange Sir did not your Grandfather build the exchange You are a worthy Gentleman but I Am far unfit fot your sweete company Being old and dirty and my dressing tore My smock is nasty ragged course and poore Hang 't thou shalt have my shirt thy smock I 'le make Gentile in love I 'le weare it for thy sake They are gone to bed but how the bold fac'd night Did turne their baud I m silent when the light Had out-fac'd darknesse she had quit the bed The Squire gropt but kissing Shiffe was fled He rose in rage inquir'd searcht about His shirt did wipe her heeles when she went out He in her Frocke as blacke as hell did looke Arm'd with a patch of greene the left arme tooke The azuae trophie time did now uncase The divels fondlings In another place The bloudy colours from an ancient house Where the pale 〈◊〉 of the passent louse Lye couchent bend in Sable-field but he Is rampant gules a trope of victorie A badge the Mullet seated on the breast A Woodcock moulting squire had lends creast But the supporters were this vesture bore An Ape in chaines a Letcher burn'd before Some laughing said this garment was astray The hang-man was too proud to bring 't away When crosse-lane Peggy dy'd and some did thinke It was the divels dish-clout dipt in inke Inricht with Bluekins tippet being seene Or Lady Katherines flesh-bag trim'd with greene When this choyse robe was by the Landresse found The Reliques was reserv'd the Creepers drown'd Let greife in Commans waite upon this Sparke His onely shirt is lost which cost a Marke who 'd be the divels Vassall if he must Be alwayes cheated by a sinners trust This Blade recruites agen his Courtly minde Was to salute disgrace where he did finde A water'd clod of dust whose dropping nose With waper eyes and matter did disclose Deformity if selfe her broadsold feete Bore natures greife which at the heeles did meete Lust was in travell when the watch-man found These lovely Babes where sinne with shame is crrownd His wife who heard the fame spoke thus you 'll have Your name and state goe mourning to the grave Attended with disdaine Reproach will live To staine your family when death shall give A challenge to your dust who will display His fable flagges and storme your house of clay He answered her let me have pleasure seal'd For tearme of life such acts may be repeal'd Ere saucie death be arm'd I 'le leave my lust When drops of pleasure cannot drench my dust Quit scores with me But she with teares replyde How vaine is that revenge where sinnes abide With miserie but Justice gives releife To plunderd hopes and will casheere my greife When wounded joyes shall muster dead they must Have all free quarter in the easie dust Had I had portion comlinesse or wit I had not beene so fond as to have quit My freedome thus or sold content to borrow A dying Prop where strife breedes living sorrow This stately Courtier scornes to harbour shame But impudence is guardian to his name From the
Will be rewarded with the greater gaines He that has no invention is not fit To use this Trade 't was Industry and wit That made me perfect things both old and new May help our traffique and uphold our crew But new conceits I love pray how was he That had the Carte and then the Pillorie Prais'd and belov'd his witty projects made Him both gentle and master of his Trade Faine I would give you rules and tell you how To cast your plotts but I 'le say nothing now Just as hee stop't another broke his minde I Walke the City round and where I finde A doore left open if it be but late I slinke in quick and take a peece of plate Or any thing of worth if any spie mee I 'se hide the prize and sweare they doe belye me Or els to cover and prevent all feare I aske for such a one or call for beere I tooke it for an Alehouse if the maid Will be familliar I am not affraid To trye agen perhaps I 'le be her Suitor To bring my ends about sh'ell be my Tutor If all be closse or if there be a hatch Where I have laid my gin then I must watch Walke to and fro untill I finde the slight To turne the wards it is a hatefull spight That they were e're devis'd tha're alter'd still I am to seeke I strive to learne the skill Where they be sold when I have found the way Let me alone I 'le quickly take my prey I change my walkes for where I shew my face This night the next i 'm in another a place Vnlesse it be full tearme then I doe stand To take my turne in Fleet-streete or the strand I were a Livery and what I can That men may thinke I am a Serving-man I counterfeit a Letter or a Bond A Justice-warrant any thing will stand When I am wittnes too t if I am found 'T is but a whip or snip twise turning round Will weare it out and for a single fee I 'le sweare a lye as others will for mee At any meeting revelling or feast I make up one when I am neatly dreast Who will distrust me then I take my time To snap a bone as perfect in the crime I goe to Church if there I doe but spye A man that on the Preacher hath his eye I 'le seeme as strict as hee and with a grace I 'le shake my head and looke upon his face Till I have got his purse or cut his cloake Then looke on still I care not what is spoke Nay more I ride the circuit cheat and steale Before the Judge I see him every meale And taste his fare and yet I scapt ' till now I keepe a Whoore or two can tell you how I spend my meanes Come rise let us dispatch To quitt this place for yonder comes the Watch I would have told you more but now I must Commit my skill and secrets to your trust As doth the snake in Summer first begin To shift his hole and then to change his skin So doe those Vermine when the light appeares Change place and skin their necks backs nose or eares Will beare the brunt on 't they 'l be made a prey Sweepe down the Cobwebs th' Spiders creepe away Those noysome flies that on the dunghills feed And buz about though now they are agreed To read to one an other yet they 'l finde The meat they feed upon will make 'm blind They lay the Sceane above ground but they make The Vult et exit in th' infernall Lake They crawle together growing still more vilde If one repenting dies their plots are spoil'd Humanitie with them is out of date All Right and Justice till it be to late They praise themselves for sin what art from Hell They can but learne till there they come to dwell Shall be prefer'd but ah how soone they slide Downe to their mourning shade who can abide To reckon up their woes such cheating slaves Are brought full soone to their unwelcome Graves Who can rehearse the miserie that they Doe meet withall towards Hell when all the way Is full of snares and feares which will undoe Their Mirth at best it 's joyn'd with torments too A serious looke the shaking of a hand A Dogge that barkes or any thing will stand To let in shame upon them all they get Or makes them lasting Gins or weaves a Net To keepe them for the triall when they must Be sent from whence they came from thence to Dust And as at first when cheating they begun They lov'd the darkest shade and loath'd the Sun Now darkn esse is their portion where Death have Tooke all their cheats to purchase them a Grave Poore Sotts that were bewitch't you did but finde A smacke of Hell what follow'd on behind You could not see till now Oh let my Quill Display not teach nor countenance such ill Oh that my Muse could shew what horrid state Hell meetes with sin and death Then sinners fate In mournfull measures would be ever sung By all that love the Muses every tongue Would move in order But my slender quill Sutes with my Muse compared with my skill Vile sinners are in life and death distrest Read but this Epitaph then take your rest The Epitaph TWo Sharkes being dead alive did feare no weather They pawn'd themselves or any ill they 'd doe The Hangman put'm in a hole together Their hopes are earth now they are private too Beware of 〈◊〉 't will raise a horrid blast These sherking Rogues did cheat themselves at last SECT. II. A Constable is wise and grave He sucks the sack and he will have His guilty neighbours scape the Lawes The beadle doth bewray the cause Another Strikes where he 's abus'd His 〈◊〉 guard his wit accus'd His love his teares beget a feast His 〈◊〉 preferment is exprest I Searching went my busines to dispatch And on a sudden spi'd the common watch The Constable being grave put me in feare He should have bin the Officer last yeare His rule was by example when he spoke One halfe was sacke the other part was smoake The Taverne was his centre he must have The other quart and hee 's an errand knave That will not pledge him if a hansome Whore Be guilty found her freedome hee 'l restore She promise to amend but this the case She payes her fees he points a private place To meet about it if the Bawd can make But Friends or money hee her part will take And quitt her for this once to please her then Hee 'l winke in love or not come there agen The Wine converts him to a cunning spie None but his favorites dare looke so high As such out landish liquor some a sleepe Are while the vermine round about them creepe The rest are in blind Ale-houses for they Have pence a peece to spend and when the day Begins to peepe they cannot see it why Tobacco's cloudy
me best I was his darling should not he bestow His goods in love where he most love did owe But when she was examin'd by what right She claim d her Legacy she did indite Her selfe for her offences she was faine To beare away the shame and leave the gaine The reason 's found of his distempered mind The Letcher was bewitch't lust made him blind No share but in the sin that she can have Now shee 's gone weeping home if she can crave Pardon for this offence she will not misse To act another sin as bad as this But when her Husband spy'd her he began To ' vent his grief Alas is any man In my condition Thou hast broke thy vow Together with my heart Ther 's nothing now For me but shame and sorrow till that day When gentle Death shall wrap my corps in clay Keep at a distance from me For with fear My heart will bleed afresh if thou comest near The Adulterer and his gold did ravish thee From thy dear Love whose death hath set thee free Then she reply'd In vain your tears are spent Did you but know the scope of my intent You would not grieve 't was not for want of love That I did leave you 't was his art did move Me to embrace his love I have a way That when you know you cannot chuse but say My time was well employ'd He and his Books Have taught me skill to know men by their looks And what disease they have and can apply To every one a present remedy And I can keep them underhand for gain And make them give me gold to ease their pain To bring in Customers I 'l print a Bill I do not mean to barrel up my skill If you do thrive by whatso'ere I do You may forgive my fault and thank me too Blush all you Birds of night I was 't ever heard Among the Fowls that fouler things appear'd How are thy sins made snares the World denies Thy breath free passage the Heavens twinkling eyes Look through the vaile of night all things that be Made loving friends are enemies to thee Do'st mock thy Maker that thou sell'st the Truth To change thy Lover that should guide thy youth When need did drive thee home thou in thy sin Didst wrap thy self by pleading further in And he that kept thee with his foul endeaver Cast off his mate which none but death should sever Will find the Serpents egs which sin hath hatcht Among the brood he 'l then be overmatch't After your pleasures you may feel the smart Always together where you cannot part SECT. XIII Two Spawns from Earth want sturres their crimes A Damsel stole with borrowed rimes Her usage he prefers a pink A bed at bord being like to sink She makes her moan what was reply'd By both all favour was 〈◊〉 She 's sent away they grow more ruds To vex her more they do conclude WHen I perceiv'd the cloudy seales of night Compose themselves against the glim'ring light Those that did plot to'ards Hell did make no stay For all't was dark they could not lose their way With artificial light I did descry A scum boil'd out of Earth when he came nigh His breath gave warning but it was not good H'was seen felt heard yet was not understood The kennel spew'd him up but you may rake For such another till your hearts do ake And lose your labour Being drunk he reels And if his guts were hang'd about his heels He would not vex me Stay here comes his whore With open mouth but ah I she cannot roare Because his cash is gone He wants a wife If you know any weary of her life Pray wish her to him money he must have To keep his Quean then let the hungry grave Open his jaws upon her what cares he This Trull will serve for his necessitie Well they must part a while till he hath got One to releeve his need and then the lot Will fall to her again If he can get Some begging Poet he will die in 's debt If he will write him verses but he must Keep it all private not betray his trust They must be call'd his own His Love they 'l break Though he be drunk or mad and cannot speak He ha's betray'd a Girle with much ado That 's honest hansome with a portion too To a poor home she 's brought Within a while He brings one to compet with her as vile As Hell and sin can make her she will be Mistris of all Did you but hear and see The passages you could not chuse but grieve For her whose case death onely may relieve To trick his Jade up fine he spends her store One night he lies with her three with his Whore She has her chamber furnish't and her meat O' th best cut first the Woman 's fain to eat What scraps the Punk doth leave Oh! most unkinde Then to her Husband thus she broke her minde How have I bought my sorrow This is bad You drew me in to marry what I had You keep a common Strumpet How can I Behold her but with grief You set me by As out of date Intreaties cannot move You from your ruine to embrace my love Death do thy office for I cannot have A fitter chamber then a quiet grave With that the Tib o'r-heard her and began First to the Woman then unto the Man To break her spleen am I the mark which thou Dost shoot thy spite against Thou knowst not how To help thy self but thou shalt finde e're long I 'l be reveng'd and make thee hold thy tongue I 'l have the rule of all and make thee know He 's mine above stairs though he 's thine below We two are old acquaintance and will be Kinde and familiar in despite of thee He 's ty'd to me in love why should not I Please him at bed and board Wilt thou deny Our love free course Be silent or I shall Trouble his goods and make him sell 'em all He 's mine by promise Shall I be controll'd H' had ne'er took thee save onely for thy gold What sayes my Chuck Speak Didst not thou begin To draw me with conditions unto sin Now I am thine for ever Let not me Be grumbled at by such a one as she Let not her howling move thee let her frown Another time I 'l pawn her Tammy-gown Then if she 'l not be warn'd this I will do Sell her best petti-coat and then we two Will make a merry-day while her fond breath Shall wast away with crying after death He having matter lay about his chest Which slep't quite through his maw along his brest Into his wind-pipe When 't had bluster'd long It shoke his jaws and seaz'd upon his tongue Which made him speak I am not mov'd to cast A way my sweet my love is ty'd too fast To be remov'd with breath Though thou art pain'd Through fruitlesse humors and the Law 's have
not find the key within the door Being frighted worser then he was before With lamentable voice he did begin To call for help and then the key was in By which he was discharg'd And now he will Take notice of his wayes to shun the ill Now like a Hart freed from the hungry hounds Which woon his life by swiftnesse keeps his bounds Among the horned heard he never goes At random by himself for fear his foes Should sent him bring him to the bloody knife To dine with Corn he will not pawn his life So he escap't from Hell-hounds cannot be Contented by himself good companie Is that which he desires what was amisse He 'l mend as knowing 't was the cause of this Alas I have not done You must excuse My wandring Genius for my bashful Muse Did never see a Ghost Pray tell me how Her Songs may rise to that 〈◊〉 sung while now His spirits being setled home he came And brought a Friend beleeving fear and shame Were banish't from the Earth but when his head Was laid upon the Pillow then the Bed Seem'd overcharged with the sinful weight The walking Devils laid another baite To snare his soul A Messenger from Hell In his appearance grave began to tell What favours he would do him he should find His words all true if he would frame his mind To keep him company Then he begins To reckon up in order all his sins And seal'd them to the curse Still when he spoke Hell gave a vent from whence there came a smoke His courage like to armour made of steel Turn'd back th' assault What horrour he did feel Was secret to himself He would not make His Bed-fellow afraid yet he doth take Th' advantage to reply And thus he said Thy message is from Hell I 'm not dismaid I 'l have no aid from thee Do do thy worst I will not lose my hope 'cause thou art curst Thou 'l 〈◊〉 make me so My sinful soul was bought From Hell with stripes I by the Truth am taught To wait for grace beleeve repent and pray Man by despairing gives himself away Thy plots are vain Thou cursed Fiend be gone I am a child of promise thou art none Thou go'st but under bail Thou 'lt shortly be Imprison'd to eternal miserie When he had done his speech he did perceive Th' Embassadour of Hell had took his leave But e're sweet Slumber had his eyes possest Or bridled up his thoughts to silent rest Hell sounds again but with a smoother Theame She thought to take him swimming down the streame Of Heroes Nymphs and Fairies in came store Not shap't like Fiends and Furies as before With wanton postures and with whorish tire Unsav'ry speeches stirring foul desire In all their gestures Some with lustful singing Striv'd to enchant him while their Lutes were stringing Then in a Consort when their Lutes were strung Naked about his bed they plaid and sung Dancing with nimble measures seeming fair And in their motions they excell'd the air But hell's befool'd again for now his dust Is dri'd and cool'd with grief and all his Lust Is to be freed from shame Truths common so May well be fool'd when hell is foiled so These words he utter'd with an inward voice You shew me what I was I 've chang'd my choice Not what I am Away ye haggs your spell Is but damnation varnisht for in hell There 's no such musick Trebles give no grace Their tunes are howling discords from the Bace My musick shall be praise which I intend To sing in heaven that shall never end Hell has her own again with labour lost And all her Factors are as often crost They misse their ends their prey keeps off too long Or if they take it soon it proves too strong Nor can they well be rid on 't for the crie Calls help from heaven so the takers die Who can expresse the torment he endur'd The passion of his minde being somewhat cur'd He with his Bed-fellow did quit the room Who was half dead with fear They thought their Toom Had been erected there Now out they creep Both in a trance as men which from the deep Half drown'd are brought to shore who musing then Will breathe half words then stop and muse agen But having gain'd their sense strength gaining time Their stomacks cleansed from the watry slime They 'll tell you of the shipwrack how it past And of the storm how they escap'd at last Just so these tired Partners do begin Partners in punishment but not in sin To breathe their woes in parts they make their moans In words then sighs but make it up in groans But having felt their footing they will tell What they escapt how neer they were to hell Man sins then suffers sorrow mixt with fears Shame leaves him naked in the vale of tears He sowes disgrace which genders unto strife And runs th'row grief with cost to lose his life Hell joyns with heaven to revenge a sin When she falls fcul upon us we begin To feel the storms of wrath and then we cry Help Lord we 〈◊〉 alive But by and by The tempest being calm'd we do repent Of our Repentance Then we give consent To what we did deny and at the last We do renew the score for what is past The devils trace the earth and where they finde A Patentee for 〈◊〉 as he 's enclin'd So they can bait the snare They take up shapes With change of habit as his fancy gapes He 's humor'd for a time They are not men Nor women that are dead that come agen But Devils in their likenesse to invite The heedlesse sinner to eternal night Or looking home they with despairing site Shake him from his beleeving and his wits Were they not chain'd they 'd take up all for strayes To trap our souls they have a thousand wayes I rais'd not Fiends to drive you to a fright The' are of my Theme because they walk by night SECT. XVIII A meeting and a costly Feast The Meet and sitting of each guest Their Wines their cariage Healths among They drowne their soules Pimp-Minors song NIght sits enthron'd in State to seise a prize In darkest robes whose objects blind our eyes She cloth'd the Clouds in black and did upbraid Bright Cynthia's gesture cause she was a Maide She arch d her screens with Jett the virgin Queen Could neither overlook nor look between Thus 〈◊〉 close my Muse began to call A Poet up to write her Funerall Ill humours she doth cherish with her breath She 's both of a tipe of Hell and Nurse of death So black with Envie and being swell'd with pride Did shrowd the Starres in Cipresse and devy'd Her tempus in the middle half her store Was left behind half 〈◊〉 on before She ad put the Spies in prison gentle rest Had 〈◊〉 some to silence others prest To hide their shame with sinne among the crowd Some suck't in poison but I 'am not
she takes him in the day The third is mark't with reding she will try Tempt fawn and call upon the passers by To come to Hell if she can draw them so She burnes them half a live before they go The last lies to be cured of her curse She 'l deal wi' ye even hand and spare your purse She hath provoking meanes to stir up lust One must be whip't with rods another must Be beaten out of dores and for his 〈◊〉 Coole at the gates of Hell 't is hot within Another's made a skullin he must wash The dishes and be knock't and then the trosh Must kisse to make amends untill desire Is by degrees converted into fire The common cheaters when they take a prey Doe come to thee by turnes the more fooles they Thou canst not help them in a dang'rous case Nor at the Sessions dar'st thou shew thy face Who come to thee to night the next be Hid in a hole for feare when thou do'st see A Gorget that 's for Cis a handsome Dresse Must be for Gin the wastcoate is for Besse Being trim'd with stolne goods their price is rais'd Thou art maintain'd and hell and thee both praisd Thou art a baud a theif an out-worn whore If e're I come to Tyburn I 'le say more I was in hope the morn by this would smile But 't is grown darker then it was ere while A tedious night nor can I once forecast To ease my Muse untill the night be past Those that do sin in State do here foretell That they shall have the hottest room in hell For those that live to sin and sin to live Shall find what Motto Death and Hell do give They purchase pain and shame with greedie sinning Whose life is death whose end is deaths beginning Sin is at ods I need not tell you how Hell did agree but 't is divided now She 'l never yeeld till she hath all she had When she is chok't her Tenants will grow mad SECT. XXIII The Devill with a Priestling meets A Souldier comes the Devill greets He rails at first the feinds unkind How he in sorrow speaks his mind The Preist is charg'd of his advise How he did tempt the Devill twise Pandorssus try'd how he did wooe Casts off one Whore and takes in two The dreadfull fight the combat past Their healths and triumph at the last NOw hell will sound a parle before tshe'l beat Up her travail or seem to make rereat She musters all her forces views their scope Draws up the reer in the forlorne hope The Prelates Traine was plac'd She iounds agen The Divell hath reserves as well as men But light though distant scornes to stoop or see Her issue joyne with this black Pedigree The Divell met a Priestling where came in A bloudy rustick who had lately bin A suiter to this feind that he might take Mens lives and plunder freely who did make Him promise to that end but cause he fails Souldate growes mad and at the Divell railes Have I been servant to thee many years And took thy word for all as it appeares By my successe nor did I feare to kill The innocent being promp't to what was ill Rob teare sweare curse at those that did rebell A'gainst thy Lawes Just so do we in Hell Souldier And so thou'lt serve me too and for my gaines Thou 'lt send black death with torment for my paines Is 't come to this Divell I pray thee tell me how Our Plots should thrive if we should not allow False Protestations with the breach of truce To cheat conceit such subtletie 's in use Souldier Now thou dealst plainly hadst thou don 't at first I had been happy Divell Now thou art accurst We try all means your senses to invade Sometimes we 'l be gentile but 't is our trade To chayne your reason to the breath of men Who are our journey men and now and then They send such Chapmen to our darksome cave To purchase tombes with life that loath'd a grave They can do more then we being in request Our names are stain'd what is by us exprest Is put in use by Deputies But we Work privately Souldier Ah! to what misery Have I engag'd my self if Earth and Hell Combin'd against me is 't in vain to tell My cause to Heaven Divell Aske this flattring Priest That goes in velvet slippers give a list Of all thy rapes and he perchance may give An absolution his conceits do live With wastefull hopes being pregnant in his evill He thinks in pride to go beyond the Divell All Learning dwells in him what falls beside Are but the concrets of his inward pride Souldier You 're comforters alike thou did'st begin A bloody Plot and slily drew'st him in To be thy Executioner and what is ill Is but the execution of thy will Being of the Horsleech kind and mettle free The Priest tempts the Divell To take thy easie stamp Devill He tempted me For when the stubborn Scot did give abuse To his Divinity that was in use Du ni'd the gudly bukes he rais'd his voyce In folio sodenly and then made choise Of my assistance when he could not prate His hunderts out nor could retaine that State He vomits bloud afresh and then indeed I got an Office lov'd to see men bleed As well as he and when I went to fight I long'd to have the Parson in my sight Souldier How are poore soules deluded that are taught By such to loose themselves now am I brought For sale to Death The trembling Earth doth gape To let me down and would commit a rape Upon my reason too the shivering aire Benums my senses but then black dispair Revives my grief again the sawcie wind That 's quarterd with the anguish of mind Makes Earth-quakes in my breast nor can I tell Of one weeks pay to bear my charge to Hell Shame joynes with terrour to increase my evill Oh pitie me Devill Aske mercie from a Devill I shall be made thy Gaoler never look For pardon any more now the black book Is laid before thee Souldier Reverend Sir come 〈◊〉 Oh now or never quell the rage of sin Priest Shake off thy dumps and lose not thy renown Had not the Service-Book been voted down I 'de conjure out this Fiend do thou but fight Defend our cause thou need'st not fear the sight Of men and Devils if thou dost forsake Our blessed way the devill will thee take Well be advis'd Souldier Away yee Fiends away You both desire my ruine you 'd destroy Me soule and body thou hast laid a 〈◊〉 To catch poor souls of which thou should'st take care Thou limb of Antichrist is this the rest Thou didst propose thou r't proctor for the beast The Devill tels more truth I doe defie A seeming friend a reall enemy Goe changeling go Priest Can Ideots understand What 's best for peace and freedome of the Land And such a one as I be still to seeke
Carouse Are the chief piilars or a Dawdy house We 'd tell each other all who 's best for play Who for the house and who will freely pay Who 's pleasant for discourse what slave doth grutch Our common fees and who will give too much We 'l now seem chast but if the golden crue Comes greedily sirs 't is for love of you We break our vows beliwing what we say The 'l drop dust freely when th' are gone away To jeer or praise 'em as we found em right It is our recreation and delight A Villain us'd our house that was accus'd For ravishing two children he abus'd Them as 't was prov'd hells factor gave consent He should be freed but damn'd the innocent A wise mans case his bribes were all but fees Fin'd censur'd and imprison'd by degrees Being judg`d for hell stood for his Plaintiffe sin And walking on her brinck she took him in When any fear'd our wenches were not sound The bawd would stand engag'd to turn them round But they must pay for 〈◊〉 if they will not They run the hazard every one his lot Shee 'l name her golden guests and make great brags Such gallants use her house if one in rags Comes to exchange a sin and truck for shame He came by chance nor doth she know his name If Court and Tearme be here for ev'ry crime Shee 'l ask a crown but in Vacation time A 〈◊〉 serves she as once a year new whores Poor sick or old she turns them out of doors No man dares question her for divells do Grant her protection being guilty too They 'l but disclose teir shame the common watch Both harbour and defend and often hatch Some of our brood their profit lies at stake And for the Constables and Beadles sake They 'l wink at small faults hood-wink sawey Laws And now and then a feeling in the cause Would chase our fears some Officers at first Will lie in wait to take us till their thirst Turn to a surfeit what 's the Marshalls guard If in their walks they spie us a reward Will keep them silent Many of them will Protect us to be partners in the ill We 'd have them to the Tavernes one of note Did pawn his cloak and I my peticote Another left a watch for want of coyn To pay the shot their love they did assign To help us at a pinch our time we spent Free from all fear in joviall merriment A greazy punck once in one house did lye An Oxford bawd first then a Basing Spye A bawd to her own child who came to town For information walking up and down She was suspected to be much in debt And by a chance a Serjeant with her met And scrap't acquaintance with her being weary Arrested her yet she could not be merry A new fil'd bawd now grown an out worne whore She 〈◊〉 a breadth and went upon the score Being begging ripe but yet her bed was made In ample sort too good for such a jade Out at the window in the night by rope She stole away the hangman is in hope To find her shortly he that do`s her see And bring her in shall have a double fee She`s black and brawny shamelesse in the close She`s goggle ev`d and ha`s a crooked nose Her lodging is neer Westminster and she Haunts bawdy travernes and where treachery Is most in fashion now she keeps her bed And drinks no sack because Macquiers head Is taken from their plot 't is thought she had A daughter for her time was full as bad But beautifull without and yet within The divell kept a count she sold her sin To him that bid most for it or at least A Royalist transform`d into a beast She took a Ladies name her sinfull leisure Is tyed to one man now but at her pleasure She`l change him for another at the last Thed divell made a match and ty`d her fast To one that did him service what of hell He had which made him proud and what befell Him at the last is known for in his pride He fought for sin fell down and so he dy`d Her Epitaph This vapering spark sprung from an unknown race By Venus made a captain in the field But Mars was angry when he saw his face A Souldiers look unhorst him made him yeeld First he was pillag`d after seiz`d by death He`ad runne away save that he wanted breath His glorious Minnon hearing of the chance Being charg`d with sorrow fell into a trance But when she was recoverd she began To teare and rave oh where 's that man that man And shot a Pistoll in her side her breath Was charged out to let in Serjeant death Her Epitaph She`s buried here that should no burying have She sunk her selfe being overfraught with evill Her lusts before did make her bed a grave She`as quite undone her selfe to please the Devill To meet her joy she kill`d her selfe and fell Where love is cool`d but beds are hot in hell You see vile actions spring from vaine desires Which in their meeting kindle furious fires To scorch the sinners like the knats by night They buz and flye about the Candle light Being fearelesse of the issue till by turnes The wings first scorcht and then the body burnes Or like the beasts that travell many a mile One swinnes a brook another leapes a stile Some mir`d in a lake some beaten blind Some leave their hoofs and some their hornes behind All will not free them from the Butchers knives They buy those wearie steps to sell their lives So here are all diseases which if well Considered of they might prevent a hell Alas they but increase it now my might Must banish't be on Marrie with the light The sores are searcht my patient must endure Perpetuall torments or apply the cure SECT. XXVI What the ames declined by my muse What night-born subjects she doth nse The Authors Charge by whom 't was pen'd His answer to 't and there 's an end MY muse scarce treats with any one that fights For Princely crimes nor of the new-made Knights 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 lands do lye that should maintain Their worships titles or what number slain To feed conceit nor where they sell or when Nor those ignoble ones that came agen When riding paund their trust nor of the curst Humors of such whom bloud must quench their thirst Nor how our brave Commanders in the West Have gain'd eternall fame how they are blest From heaven with successe but if I may Make truce with time I 'le view their acts by day Nor hath she ransack't in the Cavies den Nor touch't the Excize nor Grand Committee men Nor of those flattering rimes that can declare A coward valiant knaves beyond compare Nor of the false imprisoning of the just Nor what in traytors hands are left in trust Nor of the torments which the Laws indure How those make wounds that should apply the cure But chides
'l allow That I might have return from French and Dutch With English too that you may do as much That will be quid for 〈◊〉 thou knowst my mind Come little Monkey every Beast in 's kind With that he steer'd away and fear'd no weather But with more shame then ever he came hither Now come my Customers for I 'l be free Of what I have I 'm set at libertie She 's such an active Whore to all that come As if sh' had learn'd it in her mothers wombe She wears out one another he is lost A third's consum'd she jeers him for his cost Then meeting with a shifter who of late Maintain'd a nastie Whore till his estate Was sunk much like his nose and she had bin Under the lash to suffer for her sin Indicted and arraign'd and then she fell To tune aloud the fourth part of Hell He being flig'd again he chatters out Like to a rook in Spring and flies about To find a place to build in where he brings His new-found Whore whose taile is full of stings But there the nest is made till he had spent His present stock besides what to him lent And now this Ape 's grown sullen she 's not well What nor a place nor lands nor goods to sell I want a petti-coat a bagge a jewel Another thing or two Such beasts are cruel He pitty'd her and answer'd with a smile Thou shalt have those but thou must stay a while I 've such a thing to sell I know not how To sell 't but with great losse as times go now He going forth she drops down to the ground Dissemblingly she fals into a swound And being taken up she hangs her head Hold's in her breath as if she had been dead Closing her eyes and slobbering out her tongue 'T had been some hope on 't had she been so long Her neck like Tyburns blossoms had been if It had been long enough or half so stiffe But her's was plyable to turn about Forward or backward all might find it out That 't was but fained She was throughly vex't 'T was done no neater but she 'l mend the next He hearing of her fall came in again And when she was reviv'd she did complain Ah ah unkindnesse Ah! 't will break my heart Alas I love too much the more 's my smart Unkindnesse kills me Oh! my heart is broke She drop't down tears like charms Then thus he spoke What should I be undone woulds't have me strive To humour thee to dig my grave alive Thou hast bewitch't me What he spoke was true The Jade had her desire Sh'was trim'd anew Within a little time The Land was sold They laid it on a while until the gold Was sent from whence it came then with a jest She cast him off as she had done the rest She 's taken up and coatch't unto the bath But still she 's follow'd with a cloud of wrath How she did truck in common with what men Perhaps I 'l tell you when she comes agen SECT. XVI One vampt with plush lives not in awe Is found a Letcher at the Law A married man four Queans he 'l have One very young one tall and brave The third for wit the fourth she must Be full of stuffe to slake his lust They live apart for each his wife One with his worship fals to strife WHen in my search Queen Phoebe cast a blush I turn'd aside and saw a thing in plush As black as Hell his lust was in the prime He had a Gown too long did hide his crime His wit was put to Nurse his face was blew And all his upper parts were vamp't anew His garbidge kept him moist because his 〈◊〉 Was lately bottom'd Till his purse doth faile He 'l wear a Ruffe a full-crown'd Beaver-hat Loves he the Law or no guesse you by that He 'l give you words as good as gold can make Give him his way advice he will not take He 's wise enough for Hell pray let him stand His practise of delight lies underhand He 's often distant from his native place I 'l shew the Cels he hants then judge the case His wife and children in the Countrey bee They hardly will beleeve nor can they see What Hell doth daily venture on his side Nor how he bought a Whore sweet Mistris Bride She must be call'd He doth consume his ' state To keep her to himself at any rate She 's young and fresh her hair brown like a berry And full of mirth to make his worship merry A second he must have that 's full of wit She gives him great content for that is it That he stands most in need of She is thin Small low and active with a milk-white skin The third that he doth chuse is very tall Well joyn'd upright her fingers long and small With yellow hair her eyes being full and gray With cherry cheeks This modest Quean will stay Her turn and never grumble But the next If he but break his day she 's shrewdly vext She 's very fleshly minded full of stuffe With greasie brawny limbs and tongue enough To raile him to her self as free from fear As honesty but not from stand clear He visits them with papers in his hand As though he came to state them in his land He spends his time his substance and his life And every one of these goes for his Wife He takes a part for every one a Room Maintains them at his cost and he 's the Groom To each of them by turns When he would have A laughing bout the pleasant Wench he 'l crave When he would hear new fancies then he 'l dwell With her that with her shame ha's wit to sell When he to sin with silence has desire The tallest bashfulr'st Whore must quench his fire But at Spring-tides his lusts swell high then she That 's full ofstuffe shall have his companie Although a part their seiz'd they do forecast With joint consent to help him to his last One of his Tibs full of the lustfull itch Did kick and bite I need not tell you which He staid a way too long nor could she have What she desir'd Though silence he did crave It could not be obtain'd They fell to strife Till 't was perceiv'd they were not man and wife The' are hist a way from thence But then her mother Does prove their baud the whisking is their brother But tell him if you durst What Law affords Or violence to make you eat your words Shall not be wanting But the common fame Is mounted up to blaze their sin and shame The several Nests are found now he must be Purg'd by the Law But ah the miserie Is not bewail'd No means can give redresse T' a man that 's morgag'd to his wickednesse He keeps his truce with Hell He doth bereave Himself of hopes till Devils give him leave He cannot change his course or till grim death Age want or sicknesse doth attach
his breath Had he so many souls as many lives As he hath Whores for his supposed Wives He 'd venture all but is not one too much To lie at hazard for a World of such Thou common vassal what dost mean to do Thy various sins breed several Torments too Thou canst not live here ever thou must have To end delights a prison and a grave Y 'ave change of rooms for death being dead alive One room in Hell may eas'ly hold all five Though sin remains there still there 's no delight Souls dwell with horrour and eternal night But where 's the scurf of age that is so vilde To turn a Baud and offer Hell her childe Upon such easie terms I would not ask But that she has performed such a Task That Hell seems innocent What did she hatch A brat for living shame then make the match Her sense her nature she doth now controul To give the body life to damn the soul Her shame is dy'd in grain why write I thus She 's fit for nothing but an Incubus There is a Pander too I 'd call him in But that he is so overgrown with sin Being made an Officer his humours swell He 'l curse and swear the devils out of hell His counsel cost him nought his sisters man Call him but so he 'l swear but by her fan I cannot talk with him he doth so stink Being parboil'd twice and overcharg'd with drink I 'll leave you altogether till my Pen Be sharper set and then I 'll write agen If I should shew her wit how she will vaper 'T would steal a way my time besides a sheet of paper Her outside now shall satisfie my rime I 'll blaze her inside at another time Look where she is and view her in the light Now I 'll be silent left I shame her quite SECT. XVII A young mans 〈◊〉 furies rise His mothers ghost her words his eyes Disclose his grief Into the fire They thrust his soule the sinners 〈◊〉 His soul returns his mothers train And whiter Devils come again Some pull some call he sound his tongue He was releas'd but 't was not long A Devil grave fain'd love exprest More wantonsome then all the rest Plaid sung and dane'd while he did pray The evil spirits flunck away WHen through contempt and wilfulnesse to sin Man forfeited the day he did begin To side with darknesse and to Hell he 'd creep Unheard unseen when Conscience was asleep She leaves the charge to Cerb'rus made no stay But sends out strength to meet him in the way Who marching on desired sinful leasure Because the way was sweet and full of pleasure But lusting mischief ever comes too soon Unlook't for in the morning if at noon 'T is conceal'd to the minde or if at night 'T is most unthought of He should take delight To reckon well spent-time But as he stands Expecting rest as purchas'd by his hands Death strains his senses Ah! he must submit To Deaths pale Tenant where the hungry pit Will keep him Prisoner But I must indite A Scean of dolour Hell 's broke loose to night He that neglects his Watch will find too late Terrors and feinds assuming pomp and state With Furies waiting on them Passing by A hollow Cave I heard a hideous cry Come le ts divide the spoile his bones are thine Betwixt you part his flesh his soul is mine A masculine being past the third degree And into manhood enter'd now is hee Yet never liv'd unlesse it were to sin Being frighted from himself he 'l now begin To change his course If this black storme were past Which Hell hath rais'd to Heaven now at last He 'd consecrate himself The night being dark It cannot hide his grief Hell light 's a spark To blaze his crime in colours First there came His mothers Ghost to gender fear and shame Within his breast and threatning him she said Ah! thou art lost 〈◊〉 how often have I stay'd Thee from thy ruine Worse and worse thou art I was thy mother once e're we did part I begg'd thy change with tears but I was crost In my desire Turn turn or thou art lost And many other spirits with consent Did becken from above then out they went But fear came in the more for there he saw A troop of deadly 〈◊〉 who strove to draw As they were gaping on the fiery brim Him to the furious lake or that to him But Species sine visu he believ'd His torment was begun and still he griev'd Which made his wound more wide his loathed bed Helps not his quaking limbs his heavie head Hardens the gentle feathers and his tears Did onely shew not mitigate his fears Then came the feinds and snatcht his soul away Making a triumph soon they cast their prey As he conceiv'd into a Vault of fire Thrust it with forks This is the Sinners hire Then to the Bed a Fury brings a Bier To lay his corps upon and now his fear Hath made him speechlesse but his sense remains To fold up sorrow Who can judge what pains Hell gives in earnest But the hardned sinner Knows what hell is for he was the beginner Of Discord in the World and he shall have A bed of sorrow lower then the grave I must not stray too much my feeble Pen Must give account his soul being come agen Of what the issue was In this distresse He water'd his pale-earth Groans did expresse The horrour of his minde he spi'd again His mother all in white with her a train Of Saint-like figures pointing down to'ards hell Then heaven-ward he mus'd but could not tell What speech they us'd Of gleams they had a shroud With verba sine voce in a cloud They vanish'd all away But there remain'd The horrid Vision which from hell was strain'd With strange deformities A Fury call'd Upon him strangely other would have hall'd Him from his wat'ry couch Fear made him strong And home-born danger help him to his tongue Thus he in anguish said Ye Feinds of darknesse what have you to do With me that am redeem'd you shall not woo My soul with your enchantments to embrace The motions drawn in hell Although my case Is much to be lamented I am free For mercy as the rest of sinners be This Book the Book of God may end the strife My name is written in the Book of Life Nor shall your 〈◊〉 remove me I am set To keep possession here and all my debt Is paid by him that gave himself to death That I might live From him I draw my breath Depart ye damned spirits I have cast My self for sin I 've griev'd for what is past Thus said they quit the room With that he rais'd His feeble 〈◊〉 and in his heart he prais'd Him that had bought his Freedom But he spi'd As he went down once more his mother ti'd But not from motion in her winding sheet He thought to gain his freedom in the street But could