of lust It must despairinglye To see all doom'd that last of all must dye Death Sergeant-like must straine upon his breath If'twill not yeeld it must be prest to death The armes are bound to answer to the charge That 's brought against them for they did at large Spread out themselves still willing to embrace her They might have clos'd but would not once disgrace her 'T was treacherie and yet they did agree To make a snare brought him to miserie They answer not for each distracted stands But yet at last they lay it to the hands That drew them to so foule a thing as this They seem'd to grieve that e're they did amisse The hands did hold her often while he kist her And were like lime-twigs else he might have mist her They were like pullies holding would not fade Nor would they loose untill the match was made The armes the hands must suffer all together Hang down they must the blasts storms of weather Must shew them justice all the time they have Now to repent 't is but to scratch a grave They blame the head there all the senses dwell That gave consent 't is cleare it was not well To overlook and yet to be so rash To gull him with such stuff and musty trash The braines had chiefly paid for 't very deare But 't was not not known that he had any there But then they taxe the noddle and the scull For covering all the plot though he was dull And let things passe at randam never thought On 't till his master gave himselfe for naught The punishment doth fall upon the haire That moults away the scull behind 's left bare For lying still it neverstood upright Nor summon'd feare when this hag came in sight The eares that did receive all false reports And keep out true were tickled with such sports And surfetted in hearing of her praisd Till she was won the siege was never raisd They 're bound to heare his ruin and withall To beare a share then not to heare atall The nose mistooke it could not smell the rot But all seem'd sweet now stinking is it's lot For that offence the eyes are hated more They spy'd her first and ever went before To usher in the rest with much delight But they were dim when she was out of sight And did connive her faults her painted face With what was ill they counted as a grace They were the spies to watch and bring in Newes Be the're so false the heart they did abuse With misconceits they were feoffees in trust Ill overseers drawn away with lust They did dissemble any one would think They closd with sleep when as they did but wink They'd never rest till they had brought about This fond attempt all this is out of doubt The judgement 's past they must be drown'd in teares In open view that he that sees or heares May warning take then dimnesse must o're take them And by degrees their sight shall cleane forsake them When fruit is gone then leaves shall stay behind To shew the reason why the eyes grew blind The tongue is deeply guilty in this case For flatt'ring first and then to be as base To give deny all to that maid t'whome he Had been engag'd 't was plaine hypocrisie By it the secrets of the heart were broken Had it not been for this none would have spoken It blabd abroad what ever it did find Though ne're so closely seated in the mind Such was its force it might have all control'd And broke the match if 't had been wise and bold It made the motion then the rest about it Did yeeld the match could not be made without it No art but this he never went to schoole He'ad learn'd to sell his master for a fools He 's sentenc't publique to confesse the crime Then to be silenc'd for a little time And when he speaks to faulter in his tale Imprison'd I then not capable of bale The fault 's so great being bound unto the peace His jaw's the grates but if it get release It speakes true nonsence that 's the legall sum Then greif and shame at last must strike him dumb But now the chaps for opening at a beck And let him prate at randam without check The teeth did snarle and bite flesh guiltlesse long Yet for this fault ne're snarl'd nor bit the tongue They were confederates there fore 't was no wonder The chaps must fall the teeth shall drop in sunder Nor is the throat found innocent for why The voyce had freedome though't ne're did deny The breath a passage sounding out the note Rough hot and dry's the censure of the throat There was a sine laid on the subtill breath Sentence adjourn'd untill the day of death Now all the members feeling smart are greived They cast a plot in vaine to be releived Against the intellectuals malice breaks The heart indites and every member speaks And plead they govern'd them and ever when They mov'd them 't was as Devils move in men They could not stir nor bring forth such events But still were forc'd and us'd as instruments All that they did was by the livened soule Devis'd and acted who did all controule This is in justice can it equall bee That we should suffer and the soule go free Search out the cause is it not very fit Those parts should suffer and we should be quit The Vnderstanding 't is that 's first arraign'd The charge is heavie for they all complain'd How he deceiv'd them never tri'd the case But gave consent that Will should take his place Which like a Tyrant quite suspended Reason It might more freely plot and work this treason What he propounded all must yeeld unto it Or else must suffer if they would not do it Be 't ne're so bad none must dispute the cause The Will will stand and crosse all humane Lawes All 's currant coyne what e're it did erect To chuse this whore the other did reject It made the match and every thing 's done by it This is not envie nor do I belye it Th' affections like to pages fore-most run That should be hind-most having ill begun As ill drive on with haste they turne to passion And roaving bring the members out of fashion They slight and hate where they should truly love And love amisse stand still when they should move Lust steeres the course the compasse-rule is Sense Conceit 's the Pilot no man knows from whence These Furies come nor whither they are bound Though they are out-law'd they are ever found Most busie with the rest to all that 's evill As if they had their lerry from the Devill Their censure is the Vnderstanding's lost Or by the Will it shall be ever crost In all designes and carried like a slave And be a vassall nor can freedome have The Will for so inttenching on that part Against its will must undergo the smart To be imprison'd neverto be free To do or not
such a sin Did ever Monsters match with fowler evill Did any villaines seek to court the Devill Till Fountaine did begin did hell intend A plot to bring them to a cursed end Or is 't in travell with a stranger birth Or has it leave to keepc exchange on earth Here 's quick returne 't wil send a whore agen If it has hope to catch more such vile men Did Proserpine the feigned Queene of hell Sendout this Nymph does Pluto like it well To be a Carpenter the house seem'd faire Builds he by Patent castles in the aire Who 's his Vpholster that did make the bed Or was 't a grave made to enclose the dead Whence came the hangings was 't from hell I know There 's hanging still but 't is not there for show What fire was it that gave such light to those 'T was but the flashes from that hel-hounds nose It seem'd to be from hell for 't was a spark Too full of heat but that it was not dark Did Vulcan make the key to let them in And paint old Venus o're did he then begin To call her first from hell he 's old and lame And he 's asham'd to answer to his name Did Dipsas let that roome a little time While they committed this accursed crime Or did the Broker do 't cause they were three In hopes they 'ld pay him with a treble fee The Devil 's growne a Broker and I will In seeing one think on the other still Give one a prize pay treble he willfawne If Devils lend they 'd have their soules to pawne How fell the house so suddenly away The works of darknesse cannot brooke the day How soone are shadows gone though they appeare Sin ends in discontent 't is blasted here Men wanting reason are depriv'd of sense The Devill seemes a whore for recompence Their reason and their sense renews againe But 't is in Iustice as they 're seales to paine Whores are not Devils yet time is not past Beware or they 'l prove Devils at the last The grave hath shut his jawes upon those men I 'll write their Epitaph and weepe agen The Epitaph THese haplesse Imps were partners in an evill That shamelesse time did blush to heare and see They acted sornication with a Devill Have spirits flesh 't is strange how can this bee They were the beasts that us'd a Devils bed A plague they got but had no maiden-head SECT 41. Of a young man that went to drinke with a whore and how he was tempted and gull'd VPon a time when the pale Queene of night Was forc'd by Titan to yeild up her right Then bold Aurora does her flags display T' invite her guests to usher in the day A night-bird yet was seene and this I finde Sh'was truly fowle but made of woman-kinde She met a man well clad with money plentie His outside shew'd his pockets were not emptie She looks upon him but the man was mute Then she broke silence for she had a suit To him in private cals him by his name Whether he was a man that us'd the game That she affected or by accident Had learn'd his name to further her intent I cannot tell she profer'd him the wine Shake hands you are a countrey-man of mine I know your friends pray tell me how they do I know your lands and I have lands there too But that my Vnkle like a churle in spight For slipping once does keepe away my right My brother sold my linnen and my chest I 've divers things that trouble much my brest T' acquaint you with 't will mitigate my paine The help I have is freedome to complaine Thus spoke unto the Taverne then they went The twig was greene and he was quickly bent They 're entertain'd and having drank a quart She 'll make 't a pottle how can friends thus part I cannot talk untill I take my liquor Come drink about 't will make my brains the quicker When that was drunk seeing 't was his hap to find her For charge of wine he scornes to come behind her They make it up a gallon then this sinner Does make enquiry what there was for dinner A pullet and a woodcock she espi'd They must be drest and what they had beside The bill will shew till then be you content I 'm loth to leave them in their merriment They ate and drank she brought in fresh discourse Of countrey friends untill her throat grew hoarse But having din'd they both forgot their grace This whore grows warme and with a shamelesse face Begins to tempt him clips him then she kist him And sweares she would not for a world sh 'had mist him But he not stirr'd her bold attempts did grieve him He chid her for 't chuse whether you 'l beleeve him Fie fie my countrey woman and so rude I thought y 'had been with modestie endu'd But now I see your ends fire sends out smoke I am afraid it was but faintly spoke But she reply'd It was no fault of mine If 't be a fault impute it to the wine 'T was for thy sake affections did me move Is that amisse which springs from too much love Be not so stupid do not frowne or vex 'T is but the fondnesse of the female sex 'T is true 't is boldnesse thus for me to wooethee I 'de give delight that 's all the harme I 'll doe thee Have I not beautie with a colour fresh Am I not young have I not tender flesh My parts agree my hand 's as white as milk Thou may'st embrace thine armes full of this silk But thou deny'st me art thou such a foole What heartlesse quite and are thy spirits coole A Stoick sure affections thou hast none Art thou a man or art thou wood or stone My countrey-man and yet to want a spirit I am asham'd hast thou land to inherit And not a man Fortune ere long will send it What good wil't doe thou'It want a heart to spend it Thy face does promise more I feare th' art gelt Thou blushest now then faine she would have felt But he deny'd her then they fall to drinking And now this quean doth beat her braines with thinking How to be gone leave him to pay the shot He 's but dry meat thinks she there 's nothing got By such a thick-skin so she makes excuse To have a place that was for private use This project took it finish'd her intent The passage being free away she went He in her absence nor a sleep nor waking His fancy wrought his braines o're charg'd with aking The reckning vext his mind she staid so long He fear'd a cheat but yet he held his tongue At last the news was brought that she was fled What is my country-woman so ill bred To slink away so rudely now to leave me With flatt'ring words oh how did she deceive me Is this the love she did to me pretend Deceitfull slut but now I see her end I 'de faine be gone this place is
like a tombe Bring in the bill and let me know my doome The bil's preferr'd examin'd too so far His cause is heard and tryed at the bar That he is guilty so the man is cast Behind his back they sentence on him past Not so severe but he might be redeem'd With coyne for money makes a man esteem'd This bil's a bill of debt 't was never seal'd In time the Statute might have it repeal'd And made it void there 's witnesse that 't is due T'prevent the worst just while the bill is new It must be paid 't is brought though he doth spread it His eyes being dim the Drawer's faine to read it Inpri Aquart of dainty Muscadine Item With game-Hens egs in number nine Item Foure quarts of Sack upon my word The best that London can afford Item Five quarts of Claret fine and neat To fit your stomacks for your meat Item A Pullet of the very best With sauce exceeding neatly drest Item A Woodcock though 't were somewhat stale 'T was fat and white it roasted pale Item For bread and linnen cleane and white To please your minds and give delight Item Small beere your lusts and heat to coole It serv'd a Whore and pleased a Foole. Summa totalis The reckoning cast doth now amount Agreeing with a just accompt 4 10 18 With sighing vexing when he heard it read With fixed eyes and shaking of his head With heavy looks and other signes of grief He sues unto his pockets for relief And finding succour in his great distresse For they redeem'd him from his heavinesse And freed his heeles for that he was content To keep them as a lasting monument He 's gone but shame attends him he 's a foe Vnto himselfe still wheresoe'r he goe His conscience chides tels him he did not well To trust himselfe so neare the brink of hell Sins entrance still forerunnes a greater evill And whores do lay men open to the Devill Besides report will blaze abroad the shame And then disgrace will seaze upon his name His friends will hear 't they 'l grieve in grieving flight him His foes will snarl in their snarling bite him His friends wil doubt the worst till they have try'd him His foes will speak the worst and then deride him Both friends and foes will heare of his disgrace His foes will laugh his friends lament his case All men will judge him guilty of the ill And twatling Fame will nose him with it still The sight of Taverns shakes him limb by limb He 'l think that some are there bewitcht like him But going by that Tavern where the punck And he did eat and drink till both were drunck And thinking how they dallied what a gull She made of him Oh! then his heart is full He reads the ground asham'd to shew his face Cause 't was to him a sinfull shamefull place Open disgrace and secret shame within Goe hand in hand this is the fruit of sin SECT 42. How he met with her again of their discourse and how he pawn'd her for a large reckoning BVt after this his choler boil'd to rage He 's grown the scorne a wonder of the age Great shame and horror mixt breeds his disease Revenge alone is bent to seek him ease Revenge must make a plaister for his sore And to his sins he 'd faine adde one sin more He seeks this whore nor can he chuse but mind her Knows not her name nor when nor where to find her But on a time Don Phabus being drest His chariot mounted driving to'rd the West He rode in state his countenance was faire His glitt'ring beames did gild the wav'ring aire The earth was crusted plants had hoary beards A snow-white Canopy did hide the heards The airy quiristers were kept in thrall And Chanticler's tho speaker for them all The Northerne treasures broke it scatters cold But that brave Champion seeing it so bold Drives it to corners though his golden sight Doth fright it thus it comes age'n at night Turne turne my Muse why do'st thou now digresse Sinfull revenge tho'rt bound here to expresse Vpon occasion walking by that place Where at the first he chanc't to see her face It seemes to me she kept her Market there And what she sold was rotten ware and deare He spi'd her she knew him they must renew Their former friendship now they will be true To one another they 'll but quench their thirst Not make a day on 't as they did at first He had forgot her slip nor did it move him He 's satisfied now if she will but love him The wine they had he that at first time saw her And waited on them is again their drawer He had the charge to watch her he was willing To do 't to purpose for 't he had a shilling The wine was naught or she had lost her taste Sh'd have a dainty bit to break her fast 'T is very wholsome mornings 't will imbellish The vitall parts and give the wine a rellish Fri'd Sausages they had she was content To stay with him and other men prevent If he had money then he shews her gold Which joyes her heart and then this whore was bold To call for wine and faggots for the fire Bespoke a dinner to her own desire Then she began to dally sport and play Sung bawdy songs to passe the time away She do's engage her selfe unto his pleasure And tels him he ne're knew what hidden treasure She had in store I know thou know'st my mind Stir up thy heart and thou maist quickly find Thou hast no mind do prove thy selfe an Asse T' embrace the box and let the Iewell passe Thy betters would be glad to have this proffer And men in Scarlet would embrace this offer Nay sue and sue again to have my love By friends and gifts and if they could but move Me to affect 'em happy they would be There 's two or three a looking now for me I love thee best of all that ere I saw Above all things I love bold natures law Look upon me do'st dote upon a stone Or art thou griev'd 'cause thou hast ne're a one What moulded all of earth hadst thou but fire Mix't with thy blood thou d'st shew it with desire My blood is active see it in my veines My spirit 's lively and my youthfull reines Full of desire but this at last I think Thou art a man but proffer'd wares do stink Thus spake she ceast He mus'd a while faine he his mind would break Yet so put to 't he knew not what to speak He 'l not deny nor yet would he consent While he was pumping how to give content Dinner 's brought up the first then second course And after dinner then the queane grows worse But he 's the same if you 'l but take his word I 'le leave the doubt if any can afford A good construction help me at a need Which way to turne that we may be agreed She cals
them to the pit of hel And turne 'em out of dores they must away Without their wages He wants coyne to pay N. How deales he with his men F. Almost as bad An honest man of late I heard he had Who in his heart still did abhora a whore And therefore he was bent to vex him more N. How did he vex him F. To a bawdy house Where he did use to come for Mutton sowce He brought this man when he perceiv'd what place It was and thinking what a foule disgrace 'T would bring to him he turn'd himselfe about His master spying him a going out Call'd him agen What wilt thou leave me so Pray take a cup of liquor e're you go He call'd a queane and whisper'd in her care She knew his minde and being many there She flew upon him scratcht him with her nailes He felt their hands because he loath'd their taile They were possest all with the Devils minde If he had had no help sh 'had scratcht him blinde They beat him too 't was hard to be endur'd Then bid him look a Surgeon to be cur'd N. What cause had they did they pretend a jest F. You must not look for reason in a beast Such vermin do so venom with a touch They 'l blast a man there 's too too many such N. How scap'd he from 'em was he freed by strength F. The case being foule a Gentleman at length Redeem'd him from their clawes and he for feare Ran out of dores and never came more there N. Where staid his master F. He was in that place For 't was his plot to bring him to disgrace N. How was his carr'age F. He was like to burst With laughing at it How is he accurst Oh! beastly act how does my soule abhor it N. Do they not feare they shall be question'd for it Our Lawes be sharp enough I wish they may Be executed too let such a day Be kept in minde writin a bloody letter To shame them ever or to make them better They do not feare the Lawes of God nor man If Law doth search them they have friends that can Soone free them from 't if not they 'l ne're relent Before the sin bring home the punishment Humanitie's banisht from 'em let it finde Sweet entertainment in the honest minde You shamelesse hags come answer at the bar Was his face made for your foule claws to mar The Devill has long talons so have you He taught you how to use them is 't not true He durst not do so much not being bid Y 'had no command nor leave and yet you did A beast though wilde is daunted at the sight Of living man 't is hungrie appetite That makes him prey upon him what desire Could move you to this fact except hell fire Was kindled in your hearts with hels consent You spit your furie on the innocent What was 't to shew how bravely you were bred Or else ' cause you 'l be talkt on when you 're dead Then't had beene seene more in a single duell Not six to one but cowards are most cruell D' ye think to scape so no you 'l finde this thing Shall flye abroad upon the nimble wing Of infamy you 'l pay the fine beside With smart to boot when e're the cause be tri'd To please the Letcher you consented how Because you think h' has brought you money now But if you finde there 's nothing to be had I think next time you 'l serve him full as bad I know you kick because I touch the sore But if you bite I 'll rub it five times more SECT 46. Of a mans discontent at his wifes lewdnesse his travell into the Netherlands and how his wife was married to another in his absence and of his returne and complaints thereupon A man that was sore vexed with a wife A wife a whore she was that bred the strife That he was weary of his life yet had No hope to turne her though she were so bad Which did increase his griefe and break his sleep And waking sought out corners where to weep She slighted him nay when she saw him vex't She 'd jeare him still which made him werse perplex't At last in secret full of discontent His griefe broke out and thus he did lament Alas alas I am undone for ever Delights adiew but griefe will leave me never For angry Fate hath all my fortunes cro'st My shame appeares but I my selfe am lost I 'm forc'd to yeeld and so I must abide it My shame breakes out alas I cannot hide it I thought I had been happie but I see That scene is done this acts my miserie Fate is a Tyrant else he 'd never bring Shame on the guiltlesse but the guiltie sting Fortune 's a partiall goddesse then who can Say who 'l be quit or who 's the guiltie man I have corrivals should not they be blam'd And suffer for 't but I alas am sham'd They act the sin in climbing to my bed Yet I for that must weare horns on my head I cannot passe but boyes will point at mee But the delinquents they scape ever free My house is growne my prison but what 's worse My wife 's a common whore which breeds the curse Heavens looke downe upon me that I may Have light and aid from her to scape away Into some cell remote where I may dwell And spend my dayes my miseries to tell Let Morpheus hide me with his cole-black shade I may no more a laughing stock be made I 'm borne to crosses and alas poore I Must be content to kisse my crosse and dye He thus distrest to mitigate his woe At last-resolves that to the sea he 'l goe He has some hope he shall forget this whore She hopes as much that he 'l come home no more As yet the wind breathes a contrarie gust Against his will then stay a while he must She fear'd his minde was chang'd because he stay'd And for his voyage thus at last she pray'd Hang hang this Stags head what he 'l ne're away For ought I see he is resolv'd to stay No way e're to be freed of this crosse knave That I in 's absence may my pleasure have You Gods that rule the winds grant me this boone Take him away I doe not care how soone Fill full the sailes you gentle Sailers stand Receive your fare and take him from this land Make haste away and lanch into the deepe Alas while then I can nor eat nor sleepe Then let the sea-borne Goddesse plead my cause I am a Nymph that doe embrace her lawes Let Neptunes bosome still his prison be And loftie waves embrace him let not me Feare his returne let Sharks and Dolphins part His flesh betwixt them that will ease my heart Or else let raging stormes his body sever I care not which so I may see him never If none of those will yeeld to my request Yet in this last I hope I shall be blest
You Netherlands inclose with dust his bones Through want or sword I 'l end my suit and mones Well gone he is winds see you gently use him You Sailers rude take heed doe not abuse him The Goddesse is but fain'd nor knows she how To heale or hurt she hath no power now Nor yet great Neptune let 's have no mistaking For all his power is of Poets making Nor can the stormes destroy men when they list There 's one above that holds them in his fist Of in the Netherlands I speake to men Pray vse him well or send him home agen But whither strayes my Muse and wand'ring quill Come home search out that whore and blaze her ill This hatefull queane keepes open rande vou Come Tag and Rag and she is common too Her tabl'es spread to entertaine all commers And thus she liv'd one winter and two sommers Till all was spent and somewhat else beside Did gnaw her bones rott met with lust and pride She thought or hop'd her husband now was dead She cannot lie alone but must be wed Alas poore whore as yet she had no suitor Her man was bashfull she became his tutor To draw him on for daily she did wooe him She had her will and that was to undoe him Vndone indeed for in a little while He was so shamelesse impudent and vile He car'd for no man no man car'd for him Disease stuck close which made his sight grow dim Then he would sweare and curse his sory'd fate Till at the last his speech grew out of date Death warn'd him hence he would not be deny'd He liv'd a brute and now a begger dy'd The Epitaph Death now I see thou art not pallat nice Thou canst disgest what I would loth to touch Such commons we 'le allow thee at the price Leave dainty cates and feed upon all such Grave thou did'st well to plaister up his sore Hee being poyson'd might have poyson'd more But yet this hag remaines and she must have Another husband and her wants doe crave Reliefe for all her night-birds now are scatter'd Their wings cut short and some their noses batter'd She casts her hook sh 'had almost catch a fish But that the broth was hot or els the dish Was broken ware so that with very feare He slipt the hook and never came more there She left her angle then and cast a net With baits to try if she could any get She knew of what and where such fish would feed And at the last she catcht a Iack in deed You know my meaning she has got another She 'l serve him too just as she serv'd the other She had her Bridgroom but a little space He was as desp'erat as he 's void of grace Learning of her he joy'd in all that 's evill And having got acquaintance with the Devill He plaid his part a time untill his reines Had entertain'd the French his shallow braines Grown adle too his skin from 's flesh did peele I can but think what torments he did feele The earth deny'd to beare him those that spi'd him Did stop their noses all men did deride him The grave is open 'gainst his glasse is ranne Death turnes the Scene and so his part is donne His Epitaph DEvouring grave what purchase hast thou gotton Or greedy death what prize is 't that he snatcht Alas poore purchase he before was rotten Death broke the duell seing him o're matcht G D We' are both his friends for why we did agree To take him now and save the hang mans see And now this strumpet hath out-liv'd her pleasure What she hath done so she receives like measure In her the furie of the foule disease Begins to raigne the earth can give no ease And heaven will not hell would faine be dealing With her disease but there 's no hope of healing Her teeth breake forth all creatures do contemne her And with consent they all at once condemne her The little children that can say no more Will prattle out and say There goes a whore She doth some good yet I will ne're bely her The Goldsmith's like to get some money by her In making for her mouth a silver stud Her palat's downe and yet she 'd chew the cud Some say 't is good I think they do but doat To keepe the pox from rifling of her throat But others say nor can I 'gree with those 'T wil keep her speech from creeping through her nose Though 't bring her ease pray whatsoe're you do Keepe silence else the rest will use it too The Goldsmith's come the plate is verie fit Had he been carelesse she had taught him wit For she was painted with a daintie colour And paid him like that whore that paid the Sculler He set it in but being such a stink He stopt his nose for he was like to sink And having done receiving then his pay He quickly parted though she bid him stay He was too wise as he his leave did take He past his word her teeth should never ake 'T was but a jeere for they were slunk aside For shame or they the stink could not abide A fearfull case although she 's seene of many She has nor favour nor regard from any And like an owle she keeps her hole the light Is hatefull to her but she walkes at night But stay I heare her husband's new come over Where landed he at Gravesend or at Dover What matter i st he will be here to morrow Come when he will he 'l come but to his sorrow He 's come poore man pray bid him welcome why Cause by his travels he hath learn'd to dye But being come he heard such heavy newes Which kild his heart and yet he could not chuse But listen to 't how she had drove a trade How she had prov'd her selfe a common Iade And had the grincoms sh 'ad been married twice And how they dy'd and yet she kept her vice How she was tooth'd how her mouth was mended Then looking pale just as the newes was ended His spirits fail'd him by degrees he sunk Down to the ground and then steps in this punk To bid him welcom home but having striv'd To over come his passion he reviv'd He turn'd about and spying her he broke His grieved mind and to her this he spoke Away thou sordid witch do'st come to me To adde a weight unto my misery Thou hate full hag hast not undonne me quite I for thy sake am like a child of night Thousorceresse the cause of all my strife Thou liv'st though dead nor widow maid nor wife 'T is known thou art a comon trull thy name Is blaz'd by time poore I must beare the shame Thou dost increase my torments as for mirth 'T is banisht quite thou art my hell on earth Go feind of darknesse none like thee I know For hel-bred vilenesse to thy place below Who can deny thou' art an incarnate Devill Out of my sight I 'me overpre'st with evill The
he 'd not owne mee But lookt and spoke as if he had not knowne mee Yet gave me money having staid there long But charg'd me strictly still to hold my tongue Poore I was silent till the coyne was spent Then need enforc'd me and to him I went And made my moane in gentle termes and milde T' allow me money and to keep the childe But he 'd doe neither like a peevish knave Prav shew me justice that is all I crave The Pander now begins to tell his tale But faltring in 't his colour changed pale The Iury saw it and the Iudge did view him He call'd the Keeper and the Keeper knew him He had been thrice in prison whipt and sear'd And shoulder-markt beside he quakt and fear'd His shamefull plot the hangman by him stood To singe his face or pickle him in wood They were examin'd joyntly and apart Where when the manner Iudges have an art To finde delinquents how it came about What money she received and the doubt Was out of doubt their words did not agree The Plaintiff's sound but the Defendant's free His honest name at first did give a light The difference in persons shew'd 't was spight These perjur'd vermine sentence have received How oft are sinners by themselves deceived A publike whipping first they must abide They have a cart but yet they must not ride The horse is led they cannot lose their way They did before by sinne they went astray They 'd company good store the Beadles mind Though he 's in office is to goe behind His overseers keep him still in sight And for his work poore man he 's paid with spight So many teachers who can give content To all of them and yet be innocent One do's desire favour for the Whore Another prayes that he would lash her more As some doe wish him then to pay the slave Some mov'd with pity still doe mercy crave Their faces had no blood what they did lack The Beadle searcht and sound it on the back They loath'd lane-ends and gutters for this trash As well they know there they must have the lash The Beadle 's charg'd upon his charge he stands The ease they had was resting sor their hands This punishment being past another time They must be mounted up to blaze this crime Vpon a scaffold in the market place And t'over-looke it 't was a simple grace To be preferr'd so quickly and so high Yet this preferment came by perjury They thrust their heads through windowes but a gin Doth share them so they cannot pull them in Nor could they creepe quite out a cruell spight They could not sit nor could they stand upright They had this place by law no wrong I 'le doe them For they had writing did confirme it to them Lest time should make it void t'confirme it better The hangman seal'd it with a red-hor letter They paid no fine they should have done 't is true Where 's nothing to be had Kings lose their due But growing carelesse in this high estate Both fish and flesh was at as great a rate As 't was before complaint was made I find The deeds were torne the seales were left behind Th' are took away Some that with pride were stung Had got the place but none that kept it long By steps of stone they rise as much in height And had more neck-room but not quite so light I leave 'em there but if they rise againe And vex the hang-man putting him to paine He 'l use a trick to keep them ever down If ere he catch them one mile out of Town He 'l give them both lesse neck-room then before If thus they fal once they will rise no more SECT 54. Divers meanes prescribed to cure the sowle disease of lust suting with all conditions of persons THe Med'cines that must cure this fowle disease According to my skill if readers please To gather patience to digest the rest They 'l prize the remedies being here exprest I 'le shew in order Morall and Divine With Naturall helps as tempers do incline So must they be appl'd Thou must begin First to consider 't is a hatefull sin That heaven still hath curst the actors thence Are banisht for a shamefull recompence As most unclean it is against thy life Thy soule thy health thy substance friends and wife If thou hast any and the curse and shame With wrath and guilt wil prey upon thy name Earth will not hold thee long while here thou art Thou dost but for a hel-hound play thy part Thou cut'st thy time short for thy raging lust Infects thy bones thy flesh brings thee to dust Before thou art aware mens hate is bred To thee alive they 'l loath thee being dead When heaven and earth disclaimes thee hel will take Thee for her owne where thou thy bed must make In burning flames repent repent in time Or sin will fill thy bones being laid in slime Deny occasions that would tempt thee to it Think on thy end and then thou canst not do it Subdue the rise of lust thy sin will bee Slave like kept in captivity by thee Observe what others by their lusts have gain'd Have they not been disgrac'd plagu'd punisht pain'd Those painted pleasures blasted in the bloom Fore-run a horrid night the day of Doom Will shew thee to the world Oh! watch and pray Or last and hell wil hurry thee away Keep down thy pamper'd flesh with fasting then Thou wilt forsake such beasts and live with men Mind still the presence of the glorious God Submit to him in love but fear his rod Make bargaine with thy eyes ne're to behold Faire wanton objects rather view the mold From which thy flesh was fram'd nor hast thou trust While here thou stayst thou art but living dust Think everie griefe distresse disease or painc Is sent to rank thy life among the slaine Thou maist be taken in the cursed act As Zimri was and damned for the fact Shun idlenesse if thou art not employ'd In honest wayes the Devill will divide Thy heart thy strength and draw thee to his will To pleasure him in any thing that 's ill Thy leasure gives thee leave thou'lt work the faster If Nature spur thee on a cruell master He 'l prove at last when thou shouldst reap thy gaines What canst expect but torment for thy paines Beware of drunkennesse else that will breed And kindle fewel then this shamefull deed Wil hatch it self when thou hast drown'd thy braines The fog of lust will then possesse thy reines They 're neere of kin there is no cause of wonder That evill partners are not far a sunder The time drawes on when drunkennesse and lust Shall have their hell together is 't not just That hel should draw them drie or is 't not fit That wittie mad men lose not sense but wit Avoydill custome 't is no easie thing To change a habit he 's a true bred King That conquers but himselfe Sin wil be
call them blest And let them bee as patterns to the rest Thou need'st not doubt but divers in the City Will cloath thee in thy travels shew thee pity In thy distresse for thou to them shalt show Such things as one of many ne're did know They 'l nurse thee up and when they presse thee out They 'l spread thy name upon the posts about And if with Country gallants thou dost chuse To serve awhile because thou bring'st them newes They 'l bid thee welcome thou maist find some there Which thou didst in thy Night long search for here Salute the Poets kindly let them find Thou did'st not aime at them 't was not thy mind To staine their names but those who with their wils Are factors to advance lusts viler ils Never look thou for favour or releif From any Bawd Pimp Pander Whore or Theif They 'l hurt thee if they can but take no care The gallows or the whip will be their share When praise is thine their causes must be try'd Come never whimper law is on thy side Thou hast a guard of worthies none shall wrong Thy innocence feare nothing passe along When thou do'st meet with such who having spent Their time in sin yet hell-ward still are bent Strike home and spare not quickly settle to it And if they' are vext say thou art pre'st to do it If any change their minds their waies their ends Seeing the shame imbrace them and be friends I know this is thy aime thy mind is easd Though thou be angry thou 'lt be quickly pleas'd If thou canst keep back any from this vice Who els might have been lost they 'l raise thy price Above all expectation then thy fire Will shine as well as warme looke thou no higher So now thou hast thy Charge and we must part Farewell deare SMuse nor do's it grieve my heart To part upon these termes I know e're long Thou 'lt change thy Mourning to a plesant song Let all that heare or see thee passing by Wish thee all good successe and so wish I. FINIS To his worthy friend the Author of the Nights Search WHen I had found thy drift in this thy Night Which is to bring such vassals to the light As undermine the world how by thy pen The living dye the dead to live agen Thy various Searching and thy lofty straines Thy quaint expressions how thy knowing braines Set out their sins thy witty usefull parts Thy honest end how thou dost cast thy darts That Hell-hounds fall before thee how the times May see and hate the vilenesse of those crimes That are unmask'd by thee thy Muse went in Yet thou didst never know that cursed sin Complaints and griefe are kept alive so rare That I am forc'd to weep and beare a share I thought to praise thee but again thought I 'T will but disgrace thy worth and industry But with this reason did my thoughts agree 'T will be my honor if I write of thee 'T will be my pride if these low lines of mine May be thought worthy to be bound with thine Though I come late let me this favour find That I may wait upon thy Muse behind Thou hast not rob'd the dead nor dost thou strive To scrape a line from any man alive Invention's rich in thee for I find still Thy Genius is too nimble for thy quill Thou do'st not rub thy braines a day or two To hatch a fancy as some others do Nor blot out often what thou once do'st write 'T is worth the trusting what thou do'st indite I would have read thy searching Muse throughout Had it been meane but to resolve the doubt 'T is worthy to be studied every page May teach a lesson to this puny age So much I found as pleas'd me for the rest I 'le read and study it when once'tis prest Thy praise will live though pride and envy burst And all th' infernall troop that are accurst Spit fire at thee wisemen all know well They envy thee because thou do'st excell Tho Philips To the Author on his exact description of the Night-walkers of our time I Lately walk'd your round took full survey Of all all being worth notice in my way Observ'd the order of your scouts how fast The silly dotrels to their ruine haste How the delinquents met your lash and how Those that escap'd had in conceit enough Sense of your scourge which being so severe Made them lesse wicked not for love but feare Thus English Juvenal thy whip doth good Not gently laying on but fetching blood For our depraved times and manners too Wanted too long a Censor like to you Which can with your meere frowns make all men shun At once the sin and the temptation But how the Roysters of the time will rage When they shall see th' abuses of our age Reform'd and they for their supply must be Enforc'd to travell France and Italy To finde their overthrow when all they gaine Is but a sad experience of their paine Me thinks I see the mincing Dames approve Thy quaint description of their wicked love And with unusuall teares repent those times That wrong'd their husbands by their shamefull crimes The sharking Pander will deplore the state Of his lewd conversation and will hate His servile drudgerie and wish he were Againe some Serving-man to quasse and sweare Or what ills else to act which might obtaine His Mistris favour or his Masters gaine To wait upon some chamber-maid which hee Knowes well his Master keepes at liverie Which may ingratiate to his willing eare His service and for that esteeme him deare Sometimes he might content his Mistris too And for her sake more than his Master do And this were better far and lesser ill Than to be slave unto a Wantons will And after all to be reproach'd for 't thus For serving an incarnat Incubus The rampant Doxie now the twilight feares Nor as her usuall wont abroad appeares The plodding Cheat's reclaim'd and rather will Work hard all yeare than one weeke at the Mill. Thus in the worst of times 't is to be thought Thou hast a generall reformation wrought And yet if there be any dare persist In their lewd courses like the Sensualist They even they thy fancies will admire And praise the tartnesse of thy fiercer ire For if that any of their Order be By thy advice falne from the liverie Though they themselves do their lewd wayes retaine Yet with their praise will they applaud thy paine And as the Vsurer did the Preacher fee That none at length might use that trade but hee So will these Hackney Strumpets with their crue All that they can strive now to honour you How can this work of thine then chuse but sell When they 'gainst whom 't is writ say 't is done well What now shall I commend in thee let all Who view this coppy praise th' originall 'T would be absurd thy wit or Art to praise Or with our garlands to adorne thy Bayes Let thine ownelines and not some others bee The perspective by which we may ken thee And surely 't were but labour lost to write What thine owne works make publish to the sight Thy merits and thy praise let the world then Beleeve Fames trumpet is become thy pen. But yet behinde thy back I dare be bold Some secret truths concerning thee unfold And to acquaint the world there is in thee The choyser seeds of honour'd poesie Cleantbes-like each day thou do'st apply Thy selfe unto thy taske with industry And when the night drawes neare thy waking minde Doth something worthy of our wonder finde Whereon to contemplate how many now Dreame their whole time away and nothing doe They dare record yet at those houres when sleepe The most part of the world in rest doth keepe Thou art not idle but hast done far more By night than many all their dayes before Heaven gave thy soule wings that she still might be Soaring aloft unto her Hierarchie Not that with them thou should'st thy pillow stuffe And so give nature more than what 's enough Thou hast withdrawne times curtairs and hast shown Those hidden truths which he may blush to owne O how in everie page might learned men Descrie the rare conceits flow from thy pen I have perus'd it throughly and confesse I were quite stupid should I wonder lesse Go onwards worthy Sir and as 't is fit Make all the world to wonder at your wit That as you have this piece compos'd to please Your selfe let others it enjoy which ease And idle houres have foster'd that it may Remaine your monument at your dying day Haec quorsum premis ut percant quis talia condit Edere si non vis omnibus ede tibi C. G. Interioris Templi