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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

the best I can Thou art for fraught but I am for the man The times are envious men by sea and land Are cast and cut away on everie hand I loose my custome 〈◊〉 a wittie theft To make some sure while there are any left I cannot live without 'em art not mine Then with a kisse and a bewitching twine She stole his lungs and prey'd upon his heart The next his mezell liver feeles the dart Like to the little fish which in the seas Doe sucke the 〈◊〉 their watry humors please Amongst the cutled waves they frisk and seek For 〈◊〉 delights at last into some Creek The saker streames convey them where the tide Forsakes them unawares when they are spide Or from the shore or from their muddie holes They 're took imbowell'd cast upon the coles Or in the pan like traitors halfe alive Dye by degrees for 't is in vain to strive With deaths 〈◊〉 So these Vassalls play In waves of lusts till wrath drives them away Into a straight where miseries are vast Not like delights which perish in the tast And constant dwellers there they must remaine Till they are pluckt away like Traitors shine And cast into the flames but still their name Shall stinke on earth as monuments of shame The Devill likes grand Seigniors golden vice Finding a man inclin'd to avarice Fill'd with disdaine whose cruelties beside Make him a Tyrant to maintaine his pride He doth preferre him to'a loftie place As full of envie as he is free from grace He peels the great ones and undoes the poore To fill his coffe rs when his golden store Is at the height the Turke doth cast his eye To spy a fault he is condem'd to dye By word of mouth to squeeze his vast estate Into his treasurie at such a rate My fondlings live who are inclind to lust The Devill sets them in a place of trust Who sucke the poyson'd sweet untill they burst They 'l feel that then they nere beleev'd at first To undergoe their tortures could they hire Or like to Salamanders live in fire Or loose their sences in the flaming fume Or might their lasting soules in fire consume I would decline my task and spare my braines And let them take their pleasures for their gaines But bodies soules and sinnes in flames must frye Last by consuming spirits never dye SECT. II. The Centinells the Drunkards note One cuts his hat and burns his coat Two Devills would de file abride And two to lust by coyne are tide Exchange of Pimps a harlot shent A fooles conceit the whores intent A counter-greeting of the store How to his friend one lends his whore THe world now hung with black my charge begun The Western Seas had swallow'd down the sun But Heavens tapers then began to light Which did by turnes attend the Queene of night The skie was all enamell'd in my view With glittring Diamonds all the panes were blue But straight the clouds those riches did disgrace For everie heavenly torch did hide his face The sable stormes arose proud winds grew high Which blew my candle out Alas said I My task is heavie here 's a hard beginning Must I returne and leave the harlots sinning My Muse will never brook it all the best Are lockt with th' leaden keyes to quiet rest Their mantles darknesse all their braines do steep In watrie humours being rockt asleep With rough-breath'd lullabies I held my tongue But hop'd the best such tempests are not long Some thriving Bawd that 's newly turn'd a witch Or else her father Daemon think you which Hath rais'd this blast from Hell congeal'd with spite To stop my course and spoyle my search to night Or else some Calve-skin Pander for a spell To keep the doore hath sold himselfe to Hell And this the breath of triumph But I must Go now in hast to over-look my trust I from the Centre went to see how far My charge extended then a twinekling star Broke prison through the clouds the backer doore Was open set and out came divers more The lower gates were open'd for the Queene Where in their offices the Sparks were seeve The lesser lights of Heaven stirr'd my fire Oh! heaven-borne patience thee I must admire Which warm'd my breast Now now my care begins I spie an Army clad with severall sins But they disperse themselves the Front for feare Turnes back in hast to fall behind the Reare The Files observe no distance and the Ranks Are out of order firing in the Flanks Will end their service for the Wings are fled Or chang'd to Scouts See who goes there in red A scarlet Drunkard Strength hath made him weak He reeling railes about yet cannot speak His brains are like his guts you need not feare His wit for he has none but garbidge there Though he be three parts drown'd yet this I know H' as a fire that is unquencht he 's burnt below He has been feasted by a man of note Who burnt his hat for joy and shot his coat To make him welcome Tom o' Bedlams grace They drank the hogshead out to take his place Then by and by appear'd before mine eyes Two earth-borne Devills of the largest size Shap'd just like men and cover'd o're with skin They broke a doore quite downe and rushing in Vpon a Bride-groome with his faithfull Bride Who lying like a Turtle by his side Would faine have ravisht her for they did think 'T had been a Cell through which there was a fink Which older Devils made first to convay Their ordure into hell a nearer way From hence they go unfurnisht of a whore Crying Confound us we mistook the doore Then Next to them c●me ruffling on whose haire Hung downe almoft a yard being rich and faire In his apparrell he was kept so high And pamper'd like a Bore within a stie His pockets full which made him much rejoyce His sputs were off because they had a voyce I follow'd on to understand his bent A chamber doore being open in he went Where was a powder'd Ape as full of lust As Spiders are of poyson graves of dust They intermixt their sins to purchase shame He had his golden fee then out he came I met another of a lower breed He 's like a common Bull his wife agreed To let him out for halfe a Crowne a week Who undertakes he shall not be to seek When any Queane is salt and cannot have A Cur to give her what her lust will crave The Bawd that entertaines 'em for her paines From the insatiate whore hath double gaines Or coupling in the corners of the street She saves a fee so Dogs and Bitches meet I went on still and spi'd two Blades together One was in Frize the other clad in Leather The first was bred in Wales the other he Came newly from the Vniversitie His words are not his owne yet full of Art As in pra●senti is his owne by heart They 're bare and