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A50854	The second part of The nights search, discovering the condition of the various fowles of night, or, The second great mystery of iniquity exactly revealed with the projects of these times : in a poem / by Humphrey Mill, author of The nights search.; Nights search. Part 2	Mill, Humphrey, fl. 1646.	1646 (1646)	Wing M2058; ESTC R20278	80,892	185

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

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

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