light'ned aire Swell up with griefe and breake with close despaire And let those birds that were as Testes to it Because they saw and yet did let me do it Ne're sing againe and when they seeke their meat With empty crawes let them finde none to eat And let that T av rne where we first did drink Breake first the Master after let it sink And let those boyes that did at us connive Beare halfe the sin and let them never thrive Oh! let that house which doth resemble hell The place I meane where once this whore did dwell Be made a dung hill for it did invite me To sup with care for sorrow to benight me I am a patterne of this wished ill And on record my sins must tarry still Black like my crimes so is this dolefull letter It may preserve the good or make them better If any one shall read this tragick line That 's guilty let him joyne his heart with mine To live againe before we dye for ever I 'le give the onset from the world to sever And let the man who is endu'd with grace In this foule glasse behold his fairer face With care to keep it from this sinfull staine Teares will not cleanse it for 't is di'd in graine SECT 7. Of a child found murthered by a whore the mother of it A New-borne infant that was found of late Did move beholders to compassionate And drop downe teares for'twas a dreadfull sight I wish the murtheresse may be brought to light I do not doubt though present time conceale it Time will e're long grow angry and reveale it Iustice divine with Iustice here below Will find such out and make all murth'rers know Their hainous fact muse leave them till that time This object now may satisfie my Rime This infant by a woman first was found Rowl'd up together lying on the ground Put in a bag being black 't was thought therefore The mother of it was a black-bag whore 'T was clad in mourning and that made the shrowd 'T was buried in yet other was allow'd The neck was broke and twisted round about And wring'd so hard that streames of blood ran out Vpon the corps the neck was black and blue The face was pale the corps of sable hue The blood halfe water which might raise up feares As though the infant mingled it with teares One of the jawes was broke or else in crying It might have peacht the murther when 't was dying Or mov'd some pitie but 't is always knowne They 're worse than beasts who do destroy their owne Poore harmlesse infant there 's no reason why Thou being borne that guiltlesse thou should'st dye Yet be content death ended hath thy strife Thou might'st have liv'd in miserie thy life Have kinred claim'd with a continuall death Thou to thy Maker hast resign'd thy breath And in a moment thou thy race didst run Thy life did end so soone as 't was begun Thou art redeem'd now out of all distresse But yet the murther that is ne're the lesse Although thine eyes were clos'd with envious night Thou shalt behold the everlasting light Thy tender limbs shall to perfection grow In glory but we mortals know not how Thy soule that God infus'd shal now appeare Before him and be fill'd with comfort there Yet I must weep oh cal my partners hither 'T is fit the Iury-men should weep together For this vile murther 't is a dreadfull sin He shall be fore-man that will first begin In broken language let it be exprest For Interjections now are counted best Let every one here answer to his name And keep Decorum spredding out the shame Of this foule deed and make the aire to speak And cause the bowels of the earth to break Or bring the murtheresse out oh make it tremble For it is solid and cannot dissemble And let that house where now she draws her breath Sink downe or spew her out ' pon paine of death Or let her conscience sting make all appeare Or dreaming cry The murtheresse is here Or else the stones when she doth passe along First make her slip and after finde a tongue To make her knowne Let Constables not spare To use their power let it be their cafe To search suspected houses round about And for this purpose send the Beadles out There are such nests of night-birds in all places That are to be examin'd in such cases Oh that they were remov'd more Bridewels made That all might there beat hemp and drive a trade And if by any meanes you chance to finde her Bring her to Newgate let the Iaylor binde her And at the Sessions have her sentence then Go visit Tyburne now 't is new agen Come answer here O! murtheresse where art Thou art not quit for first or last the smart Will have thee outlaw'd and arrest thy life No baile shall free thee then begins thy strife Was 't not a fault thou didst commit before When thou to serve thy lust did'st turne a whore A foule offence and prostitute thy selfe Vnto a villaine or a roguish else But to a sin so bad thou add'st a worse To wrap thy selfe fast in a helplesse curse A work of darknesse thus thus to destroy Thy fruit thy selfe too thou hast cast away Where was the voyce of Nature none call to it If any call she never lets them do it Or where was conscience that she did not strive To tye thy hands and save thy babe alive Hadst thou no thought of God was he not there Did not his judgements strike thy heart with feare Nor what Christ did or suffer'd nor the story Of mans mortality nor heavens glory Nor of thy death nor yet of hell below Didst thou forget or didst thou never know Thou hadst a soule that living lives for ever If 't dyes in sin it is redeemed never Hadst thou no friend to speake a word in season And then to tell thee 't was against all reason To kill the infant thou hadst no pretence For this curst fact it was against all sense Thy Councellor alas it was the Devill He did command nay urg'd thee to this evill Didst think to hide thy shame that thought was vain Thou lay'st it open and thy inward paine Gives strength unto it still thy hatefull sore Breaks out with shame the Sessions bring thee more But at the Gallowes shame will then be double Conceited freedome brings thee into trouble Before th'Apparator might bring thee in To pay or else do penance for thy sin Thy life was not in danger Now 't is true The Hangman he will charge thee So adieu At first Citations might have serv'd to charge thee Pay and away but who can now enlarge thee They 'd not set thee on horse-back being tri'd Now all thy priviledge is thou shalt ride There will be much ado to bring thee to 't When all is done th'hadst better go a foot When thou art gone thy shame shall tarry still My tell-tale Muse will
stronger And as the evening shadow grows still longer So custome spreds it selfe This one thing know Thou 'st age enough to match with fiends below If thou be married 't is the breach of truth Betwixt thee and the partner of thy youth Which curses will requite 't will be a blot To thee and thine for ever and thy lot Will be the like or worse such men do find Lex talionis paid home in their kind If thou art single and thy lust prove strong Prevent the worst by Marriage tarrying long May force the floods to overflow the banks Then men grow fearelesse fit for hellish pranks This sin is never single it must be Ioyn'd with anothers in adultery As though the guilty threatning to rebell Breath'd out disdaine to go alone to hell He beares the double sin though they agreed A little time to sin this shame full deed When done 't will breed them everlasting odds They 're painted roses which do turne to rods Looke on the imperfections of a whore Some in her person but sh 'as worse and more In disposition if thou hast but wit This thing alone may ' swage thy frenzy fit But if thou hast no skil or art in doubt Bring her to me I 'le help to find ' emout But if thy lust exceed in strength being great Starve it with hunger and asswage the heat With faire coole water drink nor wine nor beere Till thou hast purg'd thy soule and made all cleare Refuse no counsell let it pierce thy heart And welcome a reproofe though it seemes smart To thee 't is wholsome company with such That hate this vice and love good for there 's much Good gotten by them they 've no poison'd breath In life like such as thou wouldst have at death Give up thy selfe to Christ then thou maist say Thou' rt not thine own thou canst not go astray To joyne with harlots for thy soul 's bespoken The marriage day is set his love 's the token Of thy eternal good Hee 'le ever keep Thee from those vermine that about thee creep Here 's profit pleasure everlasting gaine Which with consent wil banish all thy paine View heavens glory fixing still thine eyes With confidence to pierce the lofty skyes And look beyond thy sense and silence reason Note well the beauty take the blessed season To raise thy heart see what reward those find That were not foyl'd with lust or womankind But when thou look'st take this advise of mine Thinc eyes thy heart thy ends must be Divine Then turne thine eyes tow'ards hel where thou maist see The plagues the torments and the misery That hel-hounds do indure and that will make Thy raging lust grow tame thy heart wil ake To think the swallowing of a blasted pleasure Should gender wrath endlesse in weight and measure The potion's mingled those that drink that cup Their streames of lust will soon be dryed up Their dainty pallats thirst th' insatiate whore With roaring Tom shall act that sin no more Their moystur's gone but there 's the greater fire Mixe stil with brimstone that 's the whorish hire There are no beauties no nor light to see Except t' be shame and sins deformitie They dwell with devils and their inward room Is burning hell their prison and their tomb What if thou shouldst when none of these will take Destroy a member some for heavens sake Have done as much 't is better thou shouldst cast One part away than lose thy selfe at last Mistake me not I doe not prompt thee to it If former meanes prevaile thou maist not doe it To save his soule who is 't that would not use A certaine cure pray here my pen excuse There 's nothing else except time dos afford Fresh remedies being ancient he is stor'd With cures both old and new the sinner old Will leave his lust or that him 'cause he 's cold For physick helps those that professe that Art Can shew thee which will calme thy boyling heart If that should misse I think this will not faile Live like a begging Fryar in a jayle Stone wals and iron grates are very good To temper thee and qualifie thy blood But if it be a woman she must shun Her liberty work hard not like a Nun To stitch a gorget but to turne a mill Or draw a wheelbarrow though against her will There are appointed places 'mong the rest If I may judge the Bridewels are the best And let the whip lye always in her sight Let blew-cote beadles lock her up at night And call her early up let time be inch't And of her labour let her not be pinch't There 's one thing more which I am loth to name 'T will strange Iust but 't will preferre thy shame Probatum est 't is nothing but a rope Made fast and loose 't is all the hangmans hope Thy hope thy pleasure with thy life will end 'T is then too late to say thou wilt amend The hangman's still in haste the carmans pay Will not availe to tarry halfe a day The Priest will pray but he is never long He has it ready when he holds his tongue The pangs of death come on thee when thy face Is cover'd ore oh what a fearefull cale Art thou in then the men in post will ride But when they come and find thee dead fast tyde Vnto a halters end the people gone To Gregory and thy grave thou' rt left alone But where abides thy soule ' las who can know I feare 't will be confin'd to dwell below Remember what I say read o're this book Perhaps thou maist in reading love to looke Vpon thine own estate learne to be wise 'T is sharp but wholsome 't will not blast thine eyes If 't will but turne thy heart 't will quit the cost Or strengthen any 't is not labour lost The guiltlesse and the convert shall for mee Go uncontroll'd Then let my Muse passe free Read it with patience take what is thy due I he are the whispring of a bawdy crue I needs must answer them Or they 'l abuse My harmlesse meaning and my free-borne Muse. SECT 56. The supposed railing objections imprecations of the filthy brood against the Author and the Book A Bawdy knot being met having found The Nights Search trenching in their common ground Began to grumble first the Bawd did speak â— A busie foole whose brains are sunk or weak Hath writ a book 't was principally made To shame us all and overthrow our trade I heard a gallant speak as if it came Post with a whip in Tom a' Bedlams name 'T is arm'd with fury every line spits fire I wish a halter were the Authours hire Pand. I 've bought the book I heard 't was new come out I have it here to put you out of doubt He rails he frets with biting jeers in scoffe Keeps much ado yet comes but poorly off He writes of whipping pillering and carting Burning curses hanging too at parting Bawd Let
to try Iudge which is handsom'st whether she or I Let none compare me to this homely Ioane She sreets because she 's saine to lye alone who 'ld lye by such a whither'd piece of flesh When he may have well favor'd sweet and fresh Go to thy dow'd if thou hast but a mind And quit forget that I to thee was kind Sweet dost thon think that I will be so mad That ere her words or teares shall make me sad No do not think I have so little wit Let let her swell in this her frenzy fit Shall I be ty'de I 'le tame this peevish fool And for het tongue let winter make it cool Let night-hags fright her in her bedlam dreames Whilst thou and I delight in pleasant theames I 'le take my pleasure Why should I do lesse I 'le be no slave to what I do possesse Come thou art mine and thou shalt find me faire My love to thee is more than to my heire I le spend my ' state a brood of brats I have Who for my meanes do wish me in my grave Thus farre I am resolv'd for love of thee When I am gone the world is gone with me Thou hast my heart thou know'st I cannot leave thee I am too honest ever to deceive thee Hang 't let her chat untill her tongue be weary Care kils a cat but we will still be merry But yet I 'le use a trick to make her quiet She shall go barer and have meaner diet And if she dye a grave I 'le quickly make her I love her so make speed come heavens take her SECT 30. Of the woman dying with griefe Her Funerall MVse dip thy quill in blood or teares of myne Shall change thy inke and turne it into brine Make sad thy selfe and when that envious night Doth cast a vaile to rob thee of the light Being clad in darknesse then do thou begin To mend thy pen and bring those Vipers in Draw now thy plaint for the poore womans sake And for her children hark what moane they make Call in those neighbours that have grief to spare To joyne their hearts and help to beare a share A wife a mother is in such distresse Dry grief nor teares can never it expresse Let strangers come and pitty her and say Alas alas poore soule she 's cast away Pray stay a while for I invite you all ' T'attendher corps unto the Funerall You should have wine and comfits but the cleft Is grown so barren that there is nothing left Griefburn'd within her to a raging flame No teares were left to qualifie the same Being spent she fell and then she easd her head The heaviest living but the lightest dead The Nightingal did to the black bird sing And Robin Red-brest spoke no other thing The Thrush the Starling of her death did prate The Lark had come too but it was too late All beasts did mourne but some with grief were prest Save one that joy'd which was a savage beast Grave use her kindly grief hath made thee gaine her Wormes grumble not but gently entertaine her 'T is not her fault you have no better cheere Call but a few 't will one day cost you deare When death comes to arrest you for her sake You for the spoile must restitution make Her Epitaph VIew well this heap of dust drop down a teare To moisten it let every tender hart Mourne o're this honest woman call in seare I 'le praise those that begin aid beare a part Her husband with his whore desir'd her death He mov'd with pitty tooke away her breath SECT 31. The shamefull triumph of the Whore the Prodigall and the Pimp VVE having brought her pined corps to rest Hoping her soule 's alive among the ble'st We 'll turne again and seek the wanton 's three The Sot the Whore the Pimp which merry be And drinking wine the Whore begins to prate Whore Farewell that hag which did my person hate I 'le mourne in sack now she will raile no more Nor send her elfes to harken at the dore She will not whine nor can she heare us talke Nor spy us here unlesse her ghost doth walke Come drink to me I 'le pledge it o're her grave My honest chuck a better friend none have She spit her venom owing me a spight Thou wast so constant would'st not break delight Now thou art mine come take a thousand kisses Black Ioane 's not here to keep us from our blisses Prod. My sweetest love thy speech is fram'd so witty With eloquence much like a pleasant ditty Thy cherry lips do open with such grace Which when I heare and look upon thy face I see a Lilly doth the Rose beguile Sometimes the rose takes captive for a while The lilly too thy nose smels Flora's savor Thy eyes like Diamonds grac't with sweet behavior I cannot hold my armes shall now imbrace thee My love my person and my meanes shall grace thee The Bedlam soole is now return'd to dust She 'l come no more to haunt us here I trust Grave keep her close for if thou lett'st her see The light again I 'le make a grave for thee Wormes tarry not creep forward and grow mad To eat her flesh that little that she had Earth shew me favour let no moving tones Make thee deferre but soon dissolve her bones She being dead and in her grave thus hurl'd I would not see her now for all the world Come come my Io let pleasure still delight us The hag is gone and will no more affright us Pimp O bravely spoken Nature met with art Acts both a Tragick and a Comick part So Poetlike Rhetoricall and sweet In lofty termes grac't with a carriage meer A rarity grown too much out of fashion Sharp sweet unseen and yet to vent a passion You speake of love so rarely and so true That Ovid might have come to schoole to you But being cro'st your looks and words are sterne Democritus is childish and might learne Not words alone but this I ever find You are inric'h still with a noble mind And all your actions savour of the same Which with consent bring honor to your name I taste your bounty and have cause to praise you I 'le do my best to honor and to raise you O happy journey happy'st of the rest When first I brought you where we now are ble'st For what I'promis'd then you found no lesse A beauty rare more than I did expresse That witch is gone which did disturbe our mirth A prey of envy swallow'd by the earth The wormes are feasting underneath the ground Now farewell Hag thou hast thy mortall wound SECT 32. How the prodig all was servile to his whore with the condition of the Pimp MVse make a stop and view those ulcer'd blaines That stink and run along their fester'd veines The whore 's a fountaine by whose poison'd spring This Bat this Owle they both do sit and sing The Owle so soon as he hath fill'd his
house being dispossest yet still his griefe Swell'd o're the brink nor could he find reliefe In this distresse yet secretly he groan'd With trickling teares thus he his case bemoan'd Time stand'st thou still shake shake thy sand apace Drive on with fury I may end my race Grant me this boone and place will then agree Or let me know my date of misery Will Sea nor Land nor person end my strife Nor Fowle nor Beast of prey once take my life I cannot call it pitty no 't is spleene To let me ling er thus my sorrow 's seene Yet not lamented Death is growne a stranger If he 'd come once I should be quit from danger Death armethy self with strength 't is but a blow The gentle grave hath made my bed below I feare tho' art brib'd my adversaries may Have time to laugh ere thou tak'st me away Am I not worth a strok or am I growne Tco stale a bit for thee to swallow downe I must be thine come ease me of this curse The longer here I live I am the worse My suing makes thee coy to shew thy face But those that seek thee not thou dost imbrace They dye but once but every day a death Thou hast for me yet still I draw my breath I dye with grief but this I truly find Th'more deaths I dye the more there are behind Dying I went and dying I came hither Strike not so oft but do it altogether Thus said he stopt grief did arrest his tongue Blame not my Muse for staying by ' imsolong SECT 47. Of a man that fell to decay in the World through his excesse and how his wife turn'd Hackney and he a Pander A Man that carried breadth to raise his name Time made him drop quite from the wings of fame He led the world awhile and made a dust Some think because he did the Courtiers trust Made him stand by in time a good estate Was lent and spent he liv'd at such a rate That men admired and he had a wife For diet and apparell was at strife T' exceed her betters she must have a fanne Her gownes of silk her costly rings her man To wait upon her in this lofty straine She laid it on nor did she mind the maine Of alteration she did never think She 'd have her will her purse still full of chink She had a beauty she too well did know it She scornes to keep it up in love she 'l shew it Vnto the world and some for gold may use it Should she be nigardly she must abuse it As she conceives she keeps her private trading To help at need her husbands trade is fading Nature she thinks is faine to take direction To limb her parts and work by her complexion Now he is urg'd to pay what he doth owe Creditors come thick debts come in but slowe He strives a time with all that he can doe He cannot chuse but he must break in two His shop 's shut up goods gone but where 's the man He 's stept aside but find him if you can Let time betray him I will ne're reveale him My Teltale Muse is bound now to conceale him To sum up what he ow'd is but in vaine Vnlesse there were some hopes the debts to gaine Or shew the parcels or to name the men He ow'd it to they 'l never trust agen Or of their meetings how they cur'st such debtors And how they vow'd to put his shanks in fetters If ere they catcht him how they went about To sue the Statute of a Bankrupt out What debts were due to him how few were good How those lamented that engaged stood For such as he how he at last was found Or how he offer'd eighteen pence i' th' pound The time he lay in prison or the need That he was in how they at last agreed How he was chang'd the creepers that he had Or how his mind was ev'ry whit as bad How he was sleighted now he was so poore And how he scorned every man before I 'le passe them all my Muse was going hence She 's turn'd agen to make you recompence Now in this time his wife hath found a way That they may live as merry as the day If he 'l consent her beauty hath been seene By one of note and like a demy-queene He do's respect her she is come to know Her worth at large nor will she look so low As he hath done now time hath blaz'd her fame She 'l venter broken ware and trade with shame Vpon returne she runs her taile ashore Yet deals by retaile as she did before There 's one will venture with her that hath try'd How she will truck he will not be deny'd If he can get the cuckold to consent And keepe the doore he 'l give him good content He shall not break agen nor ever be Constrain'd to suffer any misery He 'l give him money pay his rent beside Beare all his charges onely he must hide His foule offence he must be blinde or winke When ere he comes and into corners slinke Till such an houre that Pimp doth know his time He 'l nor be seen till they have done the crime The children call him father Hush not a word perhaps the man is great And stor'd with wealth and has a lofty seat And loves his lust or being serpent wise He 'l take advantage then he 'l tyrannize Though he be great if goodnesse be forgotten 'T will make him and his name the sooner rotten If he have wealth 't is but an empty thing Nor will it save him from that fearfull sting Of sin and death if honour 't is he 'd have Can any honour keep men from the grave Though he be set alost yet down he must And be e're long laid levell with the dust Or if he loves his lust the sooner he May fall by 't and the shame and misery Will dog him to his end his soule will bleed Oh! then he 'l meet one that is great indeed Though he be wise to raise a horrid evill And crush a truth 't is the soule murdering devill That helps him in 't oh heaven blast that arme That takes a cause to doe the guiltlesse harme Such tyrants that rebell against the lawes They can but snarle for God cuts off their clawes Our lawes doe cut lascivious persons downe Not cob-web lawes that men of great renowne May break by force they are not made for flies The Rich the Noble if they doe despise The force of them shall quickly feele the smart They are no scarcrowes but they 'l peirce the heart Me thinks th' example of a gracious king Might draw mens hearts from this accursed thing So chast soloving to his Royall Queene In any age no sweeter patterne seene Who would but follow Lord preserve his life Was ever Prince more faithfull to a wife Oh let this patterne keep us all in awe Who has such power who yeelds more to the law All men
his although there 's not his name But vertue in her beauty he hath knowne He makes all sure and takes her for his owne Then spreads her beauty that the world may see Shee 's lovely in herselfe and all may be Corivals in this match for she will do Favours to men and yet be modest too He is a maker not alone of verse But of the matter too he doth rehearse Much substance in a word he can compose His lofty fancies or in verse or prose But if in verse how smoothly doth it glide Into the heart the memory beside Retaines it best his raptures do translate The mindes of some into a happy state His numbers with his measures do agree The accents meet with such sweet harmony The emphasis is raised with such grace That all concurs to keep both time and place Good language in his lines he doth expresse His couplings joyne with sense he is no lesse Than heire to Parnassus h 'had such a draught At Helicon that he is rightly taught To speake the native tone of all the nine But courts Vrania 'cause she is divine What ere his measures are or short or long Lyricks or Saphicks if he frames his song Iambique like or if Pentameters Or double meeters or Hexameters Or if he pitch upon Heroick straines 'T will speak his praise because his season'd braines Cast out no drosse he 's modest in his line What ere his subject be his worth will shine True profit and delight do meet together In his conceits although the foole findes neither His lines are stor'd with witty usefull pleasure Though idiots sleight wise men will prize his treasure His company is sweet to those that know How to make use on 't but he 'll seldome throw His breath away upon a scornfull asse A brute he came and so he 'll let him passe He takes nor fables nor conceited dreams Nor idle fictions to make up his theames Yet he will use them onely to allude To good or ill to shame the multitude If melancholy then he 's wise and grave Griefe sorrow death are subjects he will have To work upon he gives his words by weight With vaine delights he 's quite out of conceit If he be pleasant all his writings tend To take men with delight he will commend A little good to make 'em love the rest He 's sad'mongst bad men merry with the best He 'll dash an evill out of favour then He 'll let it blood but comfort up the men He slights the world nor will he ever be A favorite to prodigalitie He 's free to all regarding not his store And that 's the reason he is often poore He hates lascivious rimes he 'll not applaud A faire fac'd whore nor yet the common bawd But whip 'em still for he will ever prie In secret places where most dangers lie He 's noble-minded not a sordid else He strives to know and to enjoy himselfe Nor will he flatter great ones for a fee Whose worth lies in their wealth for such as he Are able to discerne nor will he sawne Vpon his patrons laying truth to pawne In every line unlesse in him he finde An honest heart grac'd with a noble minde Not like a temporizer who will hold Pace with his vices onely for his gold Who seribles much and shamefull praise doth gaine T 'had better bin undone for time will staine His name for ever most men do detest All verses for his sake but yet the rest Are ne're the worse for such this time I borrow I have digress'd I le speak of him to morrow But this ingenious Poet doth rehearse Things as they are or should be and his verse Not stuft with clouded words or conjuring straines Nor thunder-claps which might distract the braines Of honest readers but in tearmes most fit T' expresse his matter and to teach them wit He doth refine conceits and raise them higher His musique's next unto the angels quire Nor doth he spin it thred-bare he 'll begin New fancies as he goes the spring within Runs alwayes fresh he doth not trade abroad With borrowed wit nor tread the beaten road His Genius works when other men do sleepe His aimes are heavenly and his judgements deepe He 's humble still you cannot make him know His owne desert he 's not a man for show He doth not search for praise he loaths all such He thinks he 's simple though he knows so much But yet to shew the vilenesse of that brood That doe prefer their humours hate all good Hee 'll baffle such men and he scorns the nest Of venom-coupledsots silence is best To answer such back-biters he will slight Detracting vassals that will vomit spight At what they know not and will look asquint On things of worth what ere has most worth in 't They slubber most with gall in all that 's evill They 'll goe as far and be as like the Devill As all their wit can make them oh but then They 'll fall with shame before the Poets pen. Though they like Xerxes whip the sea and send A challenge to the hils yet in the end The sea 's too strong the mountaines are too high For fooles to clamber so like fooles they die This honest Poet finds among the wise His due respect for they have learn'd to prize Persons and things of worth and still his bent Is how to shame the vile and give content To all the best Come take him as you find him Hee 'll think of you though you doe never mind him Turne all his verse to prose it beares the sense And lustre of a poem and from thence True worth doth spring The Poets first did teach Humanitie to men made up the breach That rudenesse made all usefull Arts were cloath'd VVith Poets wit why should it then be loath'd The learned'st in the languages rehearse Much of the sacred text was writ in verse As some of Moses law the Psalmes the Song Of Solomon the holy peoples wrong Vnder their foes by Ieremy related The booke of Iob and all the songs were stated In measur'd Meeters who would verse disdaine When Poets have such patterns for their straine He that 's Dramatick and doth purge the stage From scurrill drosse and shewes this simple age Their moulded trophies and doth always strive To keep both persons names and things alive His end is good but idiots learne by this How to contrive their ways to do amisse Some there conclude of late I heard one say I must go meet a whore at such a play What pity 't is such time with wit and cost Should be bestow'd and prove but labour lost This was invented chiefly to be us'd By Kings and Nobles not to be abus'd By hackney truls but now I must returne To lay my honest Poet in his urne For having spent his time well now h 'as past His life to death the hungry grave at last Is clos'd upon him there he must abide Vntill his just and
pro con and for his life The halter umpir'd and did end the strife SECT 6. Course salutations betwixt a pennilesse letcher and his where that forsooke him A Man that was addicted to a whore His habit shew'd that he was growne so poore That he was faine to shark and shift about Amongst his friends he pickt a living out He did not care so much to be invited He scorn'd the day and lov'd to be benighted He was not curious nor did love to heare Y' are welcome Sir for that 's your only cheare Nor was he daintie give him what you will His hungry stomack would digest it still For under Forma pauperis he would eat He would not pick a quarrell with his meat Though it were musty he had lost his smell His nose being sunk promis'd no tales to tell Vpon a time he walking in the street Did meet this whore and thus he did her greet She lookt on him as though she had not known him She scorn'd him poore and was asham'd to own him Letcher Thou painted quean hast thou forgot me now Thou hast undone me shall I tell thee how Thou hedge-bird trull thou didst abuse me first I'was blest before but by thee made acurst I met thee walking as I crost the field And spoke in jest thou didst in earnest yeild To my first motion so I gave thee wine But thy lascivious and thy wanton twine Did so bewitch me that I went astray Foole that I was to be so drawne away With such a Trull O! thy dissembling face That did enchant me brought me to disgrace Thy eyes consented with thy flatt'ring tongue To work my ruine shall I beare this wrong Without revenge I spent my meanes on thee Thou wilt not know me in my miserie Behinde my back for me thou fram'st thy mocks Thou rotten whore of thee I gat the pox While I had money thou would'st often sweare Of all that liv'd to thee I was most deare Now all is gone thou leav'st me in distresse But painted fire it can no heat expresse Do'st hold thy colour art thou not asham'd To heare those things that I with griefe have nam'd Whore What what 's the matter thou art growne so rude Thou art too bold my presence to intrude Without my leave this is mad kind of meeting So like a brute is this thy gentle greeting If I had thought thou hadst been such an Asse When thou didst meet me I 'de have let thee passe I did not beg to have thy wine nor thee 'T was freely proferr'd thou would'st give it mee What else beside I was unwilling to it But thou didst urge me and didst make me do it My way of living is to use my trade What should I do was I so handsome made And not for use pray was it ever knowne But without danger one might use her owne I had no portion e're to set me forth And in these times not any man of worth Will take a Maid though she 's adorn'd with graces Well borne and bred till angels shew their faces Vnlesse some Vulcan that is coursely bred I ever loath'd to give my maiden-head To such a Clowne then blame me not to do Such things as Nature ever prompt me to I was not bred to labour with my hands I am a prisoner bound in Cupids bands All actions ent'red let them on me lye I will not vex here will I live and dye I knew thee not when thou cam'st to me first Thou might'st have parted having quencht thy thirst And kept away till I had sent for thee What is the spight that thou do'st owe to mee Thy money 's spent which makes thy envie burne A trull of six pence might have serv'd thy turne Thou being privie to thy poore estate Yet com'st to me I do thy basenesse hate I had thy money thou hadst pen'worths for it Thou wast content then now thou do'st abhor it I thought thou hadst a mint for I 'le say that Thou wast too free for ever to be fat I lov'd thee as I lov'd another man All of their wares will make the most they can Would'st have me watch thee in this time of griefe The hospitals are bound to give reliefe To men diseas'd what wouldst thou have me blam'd Cause thou do'st want or with the pox art sham'd Go like a Letcher 't is thy canker'd sore That was a breeding many yeares before Let me alone if once thou do'st me wrong My friends at Court shall quickly tame thy tongue Now like a prisoner standing at the bar His speech does faulter and his mind 's at war Against it selfe his very heart doth ake His hands do tremble and his knees do quake His eyes do sparkle with his haire upright His looks are gastly which might well affright A man to see his lips began to mutter But shame did silence them he could not utter A word compos'd but when he did begin To make reply he thought upon his sin Poore man distrest betwixt these two extreames Wake and be silent or discourse in 's dreames She never chang'd nor shamefull griefe nor feare Did once possesse her waiting still to heare His fruitlesse answer being in a trance He doth at last his spirit thus advance Letcher Vile strumpet guilty of all filthinesse The badge of shame none can it so expresse As thou deserv'st thou art a loathsome grave Thou swallow'st men alive still thou do'st crave The mouth of hell or else the Devils jawes Come short of thee thou open'st wide thy clawes Bring'st soules and bodies and their states in thrall Hell takes no money but thou takest all The Spiders venom and the loathsome Toad Are not so venome as to make aboad With such a Serpent go and hide thy face For to thy sex thou art a great disgrace Venus is chaste when she 's compar'd to thee And Messaline that was a whore so free Which bought her pleasure at so great a price Thou sell'st thy sin which doth increase thy vice Thou hell on earth let ages blaze thy shame Let time and death seale curses on thy name And let a Poet put thy sins in rime When thou art dead and rotten in thy slime Oh! let that place where first I met this jade Be barren ever let a dismall shade Attend upon it let that silent earth Breed only vermin with a monsters birth You fruitlesse plants how could you then abide me Time blast those trees because they did not hide me And let those springs that murmur'd other times For being silent then share in those crimes That were committed let them still be dry Or fill'd with teares and let all passers by Take and preserve some as a monument To shew my sins they may the like prevent And let that path which I went o're to see Be crost by none it brought a crosse to mee And ever let that whisp'ring gale of winde Be banisht too that would not prove so kinde As once to check me let the
everblaze thy ill All beasts are loving ever to their young They 'll feed preserve and rescue them from wrong Nay they will feed their young how e're they fare Nature pleads for 't 't is strange beasts have such care The birds do labour up and downe they fly To gather food against their young ones cry And are so tender of them one will stay To look to home when th' other is away Nay some so loving that they 'll spend their blood And lose their lives to do their young ones good But thou art curst the murther speaks no lesse A hellish policie thou didst expresse The Beare grows angry when she wants a whelp Thou ' story ' dst thy infant when it had no help The birds do shame thee they their young ones feed Thou murther'st thine thou art a Fowle indeed Thou art afraid of whisp'ring and thy life Is but like death call death to end thy strife Thy cursed practice which the Devill taught thee Is like a witch for to a strait't hath brought thcc Vnlike to all thou art but him in sinning Who was a murtherer from the beginning I 'le leave thee now and end my mournfull tones Time cals thee in for now the Gallows grones The Epitaph You passers by take notice of these stones Behaviour towards an infant cast away They 'll overlook this parcell of small bones And keep them safe untill the Judgement day Peace she is dead but if you aske me why She was begot conceiv'd and borne to dye SECT 8. Of two brave Blades that would hire a whore betwixt them by the yeare TWo roaring blades being on a time in drink I censure not judge you did they no stink Fierce time did blush when it had heard seen them They parl'd about keeping a whore betweene them I know a wench Tom said unto the other 'Faith Nick I love thee sworne I am thy brother That 's very handsome had she but apparrell Let 's take her home for we shall never quarrell Allow her meanes and use her both alike For she is loving and I know she 'll strike She 's well proportion'd and she 's very young And middle siz'd grac'd with a pleasing tongue She 'll be content with thirty pounds a yeere We 'll save one halfe from wine strong ale and beere Nick speake the word what shall we both go to her Or beare thy share and I will go and wooe her Nick paus'd a while his breath so strong did smell As if 't came from the upper part of hell Or else to say to lessen this his fault It came as from the bottom of a vault Being rais'd at last he belched out the smoke Then drank his cup and thus his minde he broke I like the motion if she be so neat Shee 'll be for us a dish of daintie meat Wee 'll take her over for such ware is deare With us or dangerous though they 're plentie here I 'le pay one halfe but yet I 'le see her first At any time shee 'll serve to quench our thirst But yet I feare shee 'll trade with other men Which if she doth wee 'll turne her home agen Tom. Tush never feare wee 'll order so the case To mew her up she shall not shew her face At any time for only thee and I Will keep her close that none shall her espy Wee 'll take a roome in private do not doubt Though one should seeke he shall not finde her out Her habit shall be plaine her face still mask'd Shee 'll constant be though she be often ask'd If she do prove to be a fickle lasse Wee 'll strip her bare and turne her out to grasse Farewell till night I 'le drink but this carouse Then go and revell in some bawdy house A speech of one in the company You make me blush to heare your consultation What are you shamelesse is not condemnation Appointed still to wait upon your sin Or d'yce forget your soules that you begin Your hell on earth what do you not regard God nor your selves what is there no reward For honesty or is your shape your stature And dispositions bent to ruine nature Nick. Pish hold your clack Are you in earnest or do you speak in jest 'T is bad enough is I should think the best Pray let me speake for reason's on my side My eares do tingle nor can I abide To heare your lavish casting out your shame I will not flatter least beare the blame Equall with you remember Death will straine Vpon your spirits Where will be your gaine Or pleasure when you are return'd to dust Then gastly crawlers feed upon you must Yet sin will live when you are in your graves And prove a foe sell not your selves for slaves Tom. Go prating asse Nick drink to me in beere This foole do's preach a chamber-lecture here The colt does play while bayard eates the chaffe The sow that 's silent cares up all the draffe Hang him he 's worse if time and place would fit He 'd hugg a wench and all that have but wit Would do as much Would he were hang'd for me That would not do 't but we shall scape all three We must take pleasure we shall nere be yonger We 'l leave it then when we can ha't no longer Reply I see'ts in vain to speak you both want reason You 're led by sense like beasts and practice treason Against your soules let senslesse creatures teach you Know heaven's angry vengeance that can reach you The clouds consult to bring a storme of weather The thunderbolts come now in troops together Charg'd full of fury if you will not yeeld You 'l have no quarter in that bloody field See how the streamers in the ayre are spred Some blew some white and some like blood are red Threatning destruction some of sable hue They seeme to mourne for men turn'd beasts like you The ayre is so corrupted with your breath It spits-out threatning and it sends out death Look how the river doth both swell and rage Chiding your folly it would cleere the stage Of such vile actors but'tis bended so Although it murmurs out it cannot goe It hath done justice on the like before Fire next must purge water can purge no more These trees look thin the leates fall off with feare Those that abide hang trembling quaking there The dust do's creep together and combind To turne to vermine or to make you blind The stones have all consented with the dust And wait to be reveng'd upon your lust Th' house cannot keep you speak I what I think Your hell-borne language that will make it sink All things are snares which for you lye in wait To take you napping or'tis my conceit The feather'd watchmen flying swift about Do cry for wrath against your comming out Se'ing in your vilenesse to exceed you strive The earth doth gape to swallow you alive Then I perceiving dangers were so nigh There left those varlets and away went
wit They' are taught by Nature to avoyd a pit Thou heardst that hell was in a place below Didst goe to see because thou didst not know That was a truth or whether it was deep Or what those vermine are that there do creep The Well was deepe but yet it had a ground And hatefull creepers were where thou wast drownd Poore foole alas didst not beleeve nor feare In hell was fire but no water there 'T is bottomlesse it had bin best for thee To have beleev'd it not to go and see But this I thinke thou couldst not judge but hell Was very large or larger than the Well Sure thou didst thinke 't was but the way into it Yet thou wast worse than mad when thou didst do it These silly creepers that have here abode The Frogs the Lizard or the loathsome Toade Are not so odious nor their shreeks nor cries Like them in hell nor of so large a size We 'll hasten now to bring her to her grave The Crowner cals a Iury found they have She onely guilty of this fact committed And suffer'd for 't yet she 's of no man pittied They parle and do condemne her for this cause A Crosse-way grave according to the lawes Is made for her and thither she is brought And tumbled in just like a thing of naught Being covered a stake is driven in Quite through her Corps to shew her hainous sin Her friends were sham'd if she had any left She through her vildenesse was of all bereft None durst be seene all diu so much abhor her For not one griev'd no shew of mourning for her All mouthes are open still to blaze her shame But eares disdaine to entertaine her name The fowles do cry and will not be at rest For being disappointed of their feast The wormes had had the best on 't when she sunke But could not once come neere her 'cause she stunke Muse leave her there still as a way-marke curse And wish all better but none ever worse But where 's mine Host so long he 's gone astray Or else to grasse to cast his hornes away But do's he not go rogueing up and downe And leave his children now to charge the towne Or is he so in debt that even the light Is hatefull to him so plaies least in sight Or has he not some Iaylor to attend him Or has he not the pox that soon will end him I le send no hue and cry 't is not my taske After this time I le never for him aske Her Epitaph HEre lies a whore that did exceed in evill She common was and had the pox 't was known She 'd more and more acquaintance with the devill At last she was by her own hand o'rethrown Let passers by take notice of this stake That they may fear and warning by her take SECT 20. Of a Childe borne full of the pox with a Satyre playing his part upon the Father A Female infant newly being come Into the world and living from the wombe Death soone did follow while she liv'd the fame Did every minute speak the fathers shame She as an Embleme and a type of death Did shew her selfe when she received breath She was inclosed with the fowle disease Though little time she liv'd she had lesse ease For why she had extremity of paine Till she return'd unto the dust againe Sh'was coffin'd up with scurfe and no y some sores Her father brought it from his rotten whores Vnto her mother so it was convey'd To her her mother had been else destroy'd Yet both undone and yet this rascall vile Being often shent he 'd jeare and laugh or smile Her griefe was much increased being poore Most that he got he spent upon some whore Or on the Surgeon being often cur'd But no whit better what he then endur'd Yo 'ld think might change his mind but he grew worse Nor is he mov'd with Gods eternall curse He runns in debt and scores up what he may 'T is known full well he doth not use to pay I know he borrow'd much his lusts to fit Some wisht him whipt he hath not paid them yet Nor never will which grieves them most of all He 's out of credit now nor ever shall Grow more in debt because no man will lend him Speak harsh he 's mad or faire it will not mend him He must be dieted at th' fall and spring He 'l no strong drink nor wine and thus he 'l sing A month together while the Surgeon 's by He 'l seeme to grieve being gone then presently He is the same no orders will he keep But drink and drab while civill men doe sleep If money last he will not look tow'rds home Had they but food they 'd rather have his roome Than 's company he 'l kick his wife about And pawne his goods he has not much I doubt In this distresse if she doth seek reliefe Amongst her friends if they but ease her griefe This monster 's wilde spits venom threats he 'l say See if they dare to keep his wife away If that prevailes not then he 'l sweare and lye He loves her so that he for her shall dye If she returnes not home Thus will he seek Till he attaines she being milde and meek Conceives the best he promising a change Goes home againe beleeve it 't is not strange He 's chang'd indeed but 't is from bad to worse She 's almost starv'd yet he hath no remorse Makes he much of her as he promis'd no He sells her clothes then hang her let her goe He never goes to Church but hates all such That would perswade him to 't thinks all too much That any doe for heaven calls them asses Especially amongst his bawdy lasses He 'l domineere when they upon him sawne I 'le judge the best his clothes are all at pawne Or else he 's loth to fright folk with his look Or else because the Broker has his book Or is he in some Celler under ground And drinking till he thinks the world goes round He hangs on others they must pay his score He has no coyne his hoste will trust no more As for the woman how to set her free Alas I know not except time agree To end her life some Hospitall may take him To try their skill and as a patterne make him No other way can I conceive to do it Vnlesse the Sessions do agree unto it That he may grieve his wife and friends no more To have him hang'd though he was burnt before Of all the hangman then would prove his friend He 'd never leave him till he saw his end But after all his friendship he 'd be mad When once he finds his clothes are all so bad Muse leave this goat for he defiles thy pen Ranck him with beasts but never more with men But this poore infant I have left too long We'd parle a little couldst thou use thy tongue thou 'dst teach my pen to write with blood or
is crost She layes it on and spends while it remaines On such that promise to allow her gaines At last when he had run so far in debt He 'd buy some wit but 't is too late he 'll fret His wit and money parted are away Now he must run he can no longer stay The time is come this whore did wish to have She 'll have more freedome with a perjur'd knave She 'll trim her selfe and paint her face anew She 's brave her face looks of another hew Come now who will this block is far remov'd You are the man that I have ever lov'd Then she will sweare that she 'll be constant to him She works him in but quickly she 'll undo him He must maintaine her at a loftie rate She goes in pomp at last her whorish state Does bring him low his house he keeps no longer He is convey'd to one that is far stronger Then he bewailes his lamentable crosse And does relate their passages his losse 'T is evident poore man he must abide it Breaks out the more the more he strives to hide it Now when this whore does want a man of worth To keepe her brave she 'll send her Pander forth Pray call him Captaine she must beare his charge Her streames are low expences have been large Well out he goes being hinder'd by no weather His money 's spent but he will shake his feather He findes the Spark he tels him of a Lasse That doth for beautie all the rest surpasse If he 'd but go he shall be welcome to her She 's somewhat coy but he will help to wooe her These joviall blades must make a merrie day To talk more on 't the reckoning call'd to pay Pimps purse is emptie but 's Tobacco-box To all is free they 'd best beware of pox In open glasses they must drink the round Then suck the weed of eighteene pence a pound Now Whisk in brings this joviall gallant up A place appointed where they all must sup And for their sauce they have this painted lade Brought in he sees her scone the match is made They vow then to be constant to each other She is his sister he must be her brother And while he lives he never will for sake her But for his wife he 'll bid The Devill take her Now for his whore her back and belly cheere Do cost him full five hundred pounds a yeere Maintaines the Pimp that brought him to this thrall No other Bawd she 's Whore and Bawd and all Now farewell Freeze h' has got to grace this harlot A Stammell sute but you must call it Scarlet In habit like a Citizen she 'll be Sometimes no Lady is more fine than she A house for winter she must have to stand About the Citie with a brave command Her Summer-house neere to the flowing tide Rich furniture gain'd by her whorish pride Now when this Spark is from his Fondling gone If none come to her then she 'll send for one Bring her but money she will use her trade And truck with any like a Hackney lade When he returnes she 'l wipe her mouth and say Why did my sweeting stay so long away He must imbrace her kisse and call her hony She 'l quickly search to see what store of money He' has brought her home if little then she 'l frown She wants a sattin or a tabby-gown Vp he must take it on the Mercers score And glad he is that he can please this whore And of the Gold-smith jewels diamond-rings When this is done still she wants other things His state consumes his friends give councell to him With griefe and pleade this whore will soon undo him All will not serve but he will still adore her His wife now sees a queene preferr'd before her With heavy heart do's to her husband cry Forsake this whore or I with grief shall dye With teares she praies as she before him stands You have an heire then morgage not your lands Alas you know 't will be a living shame When he is an heire only but in name These infants they must beg or els do worse You on your children strive to bring a curse Shall it be said this was his fathers place He kept a whore and sold it with disgrace Your of-spring-too shal ever beare this slaine You rais'd them up and threw them down again Think on that vow you did in marriage make With that injunction which was then to take None but my selfe you know I am your wife This Harlot now has gain'd your love sow'd strife Betwixt us two what is love gone for ever Which once I thought that none but death could sever My selfe my love was constant still and true My friends I did forsake for love of you Oh! be perswaded pitty now my smart And toward your children beare a fathers heare If to my suit you will not bend your cares Let griefe dissolve me to a flood of teares When thirsty time hath drank up all my store Then take me death for I can weep no more And let me now a second favour find My children take which I shall leave behind And for my husband let all honest men Lay out some teares he 'l one day pay 'em agen Vntill that time I wish that babling Fame Be silenc't that he never spread his name This one thing more my passion is so strong And then for ever I will hold my tongue Some Poet he will write upon your grave He kept a whore who us'd him as a slave To maintaine her he did both sell and borrow His children beg his wife she dy'd with sorrow Let time and age with men record his fall Be warn'd by him his whore and he spent all This plaint moves not nor infants moanes about her He 's vext at her and sometimes he doth flour her Then he relates this story to his drab Who answer'd thus what hath she eat a Crab What doth she prate a stinking durty slut Is she too full I vow I 'le pinch her gut And make her glad to eat a piece of bread What will she dye except she may be head I 'le keep her bare and make her speak me faire You must be tutor'd too about your heire Tush let him work and set him to a trade Pack out the rest and let this ugly lade Vex in her grease what doth she send about Her privy spics to find our meeting out Do be a foole and let her railing passe And shew thy selfe a tender-harted asse What didst thou say when she did call me whore Pray Love be quiet I 'll do so no more She raile at me Oh! would I could but meet her In place convenient see how I could greet her Pray if you love me make her rule her tongue She 's old and wrinkled I am fresh and yong A snotty Iade I mar'le how thou couldst love her She 's vext that I have got respect above her Let any one that hath but skill
to do 't is miserie To be so servile yet here 's no remorse Though 't will not bend yet this will breake its force Th' affections lose their strength nor can they taste What 's good or bad the senses are laid waste Or if they move it is not like that ever They should attaine to what they doe endever Thus parts and members in their kindes are fitted With shifts or pleadings none of them are quitted With one consent condemned as they stand They beg reprive and blame the guiltie land They make it plaine but if he hear 't 't will mad him That was the cause or else she had not had him He could not move her till he brought in that All leane conceits he took her with the fat That did the decd and promi'st more contents Than he or all his clownish complements It is decreed that some must morgag'd bee To pay his debts the others that are free The Vsurer shall tye them by a band Which forfeited he 'l straine upon the land The feeling Lawyer too must have a share E're all be gone This emblem of true care When all is spent can he live on the rest His hope dies first for warning 't is express SECT 37. Of a handsome cunning Whore that had the Pox and how she deceived her husband and how she died A Citizen who had deserved Fame His honest dealing raised up his name The world did smile upon him he was blest With wealth with credit and above the rest He priz'd his wife her carriage seem'd so sweet So full of beauty and her words discreet So free from choler she was milde but witty In all appearance none in all the City Was more compleat but see such was his Fate None in the land was more unfortunate Though she was faire milde young and seeming wise Her heart was false her husband in her eyes Was undervalu'd she was fraught with cvill Her out-side 's faire her inside's like a Devill 'T is strange dame Nature should be so o're seen To give a beauty fitting for a Queen And keep all vertue back can she dissemble Her dowry thus 't may make all beauties tremble Or is she mov'd with spleen or to enthrall The Faire then dame give vertue none at all Or is she blind to think it is her duty To give some vertue and the other beauty O part them not how sweetly would they shine Both being mixt how lovely how divine Will be the lustre are the best exempted From beauty 'cause she 's loth to have them tempted Or do's she work by owle-light or has she Sworne vertue plainly to deformitie Or vice to beauty keep them in some place Or vice will rob true vertue of her grace Here I could lose my selfe but I must turne Vnto the Whore now she with lust dothburne And takes her time to walk about the street If any letcher do's this Harlot meet Few words will serve she 'l quickly give consent Those ways of darknesse give this whore content Nor do's she stand upon 't though she be sine And he but bare nor do's she trade for coyne She wants not gold or any thing beside But in a while she was so Frenchifide That hungry Gall had seized upon her flesh Her colour 's pale that formerly was fresh And through her flesh it gnaws upon her bones She to her husband in these mourning tones Exprest her minde alas I am not well My flesh is sore the Doctors cannot tell What is the cause my bones do ake my hears Is growne so sad poore I do feele the smart I feare a deepe consumption has possest My vitall spirits in my grieved brest I 'm melancholy keeping so within I seldome go abroad to see my kin I doat upon a husband too too much I cannot chuse alas my love is such You do not care if death should take my life Then farewell Peg you 'd have another wife Within a month I cannot long remaine Vnlesse I have a cure for my paine The Bath I understand is verie good To ease my griping paine and purge my blood If any thing 't is onely that can do it If you 'l consent that I shall go unto it This honest loving man did ne're distrust She had the cankers that was bred of lust No spark of jealousie possest his minde Say is 't a gift that Cuckolds are most kinde He thought her vertuous she to him did passe For every thing save onely what she was And thus he answered her How am I griev'd for thee my dearest Love Thy paine is mine how doe my bowels move And melt with true compassion and my heart Is swell'd with sorrow oh the hidden smart That 's gendred in my brest my teares are bent To pant it out but griefe affords no vent Thy words doe overcharge me so that I Am like to sink my joy with thee will dye What 's all I have to thee what 's my endevor Thy life thy death will make or matre me ever O! cruell pitie shall I have delight So short a time will Fortune shew her spight And rob me of my love thou art divine Flesh cannot long keepe such a soule as thine The Angels envie earth for they will come And fetch thy soule and Fame will make thy tomb As lasting as thy praise How do I call My Genius up to pitie this my fall O! let me yet enioy thee and I will Slight all things else but glorie in thee still Go to the Bath here 's gold and money store If thou gain'st health I never shall be poore He would have went himselfe or sent his man But she repli'd no do the best you can Look to the maine expences will be large I 'll go alone and that will case your charge Good company are alwayes going downe And if you will but bring me out of towne I aske no more but pay the Coach-mans fee And he will take an honest care of me She 's coach'd and gone but he is discontent And these good wishes after her he sent Let that swift Mover that o're-looks the sky Move gently now and let the runners by Smile sweetly on her Sol give her thy grace Although she has more beautie in her face Than thou hast in thy prime When stars have gaz'd Vpon her beautie let them all amaz'd Yeeld her the praises let the spheres below Melt with desire when once they do her known But never prate or tell the horned Moone Sh' ecclips'd the beautie of the Sun at noone Lest she should hide her face with envy spight her And flinck behind a Cloud when she should light her And let the wanton ayre be so discreet Not steale her breath away to make it sweet But let the earth boast rising one degree For bearing such a lovely saint as she Let not the plants with emulation strive Or swell with lust wish to be sensitive Put let the flying quire learne how to sing Her Odes her Eulogies I 'le
Yet hags did walke Owlesfly and serpents creep Sleep that was kin to death laid some to rest Lust that was kin to hell had some possest Among the rest three gentlemen whose worth Was not worth naming newly comming forth Into the street straight one of them began To speak but judge was 't like a gentleman You know my boys how freely I did eate Of that made dish it was provoking meat It warmes my blood and summons up my lust To seek some Curtizan ye faith I must I boyle and burne within who can endure it 'T is a disease a youthfull sin would cure it Boone cavaleres le ts seek about for ease I know you 're both so sick of my disease As I am now there are Stews in this Town We 'l have the wenches or we 'l pull 'em down I m confident should I a Devillmeet Shap'd like a woman walking in the street He shall netscape my hands but I would try If he had flesh whe're he would with melic Alas poore Sodoms Imp thou 'lt quickly know Him from a woman when you meet below Come Noble blades walk but along with mee I 'le find a present remedy for all us three Be you but bold and then we need not feare My ride's too strong for flesh and blood to beare If we should misse t' attaine a wench with words Then let 's be valiant and draw out our swords We 'l neither beg nor steale we will but borrow A curtesy we'llaugh and pay to morrow Thus said a we man did appeare in 's sight A page before her be aring of a light Compleat in show so beautifi'd and faire Her eyes did light and pierce the clouded aire To whom this fore-man thus begins to prate 'Save you faire Lady walk you here so late I 'm mov'd with pitty who can chuse but moane Your sad condition walking here alone Accept me as your servant none shall wrong You by the way if I but walke along I am a Gentleman and 't is my use Thus to preserve faire Ladies from abuse Grant me this favour cast a smi'e on me Had I your love how happy should I be Then she repli'd sir this your sweet behaviour Your love your care your undeserved favour You shew to me deserves more love than I Shalle're requite untill the time I dye But whil'st I live I 'le ne're forget to prize Your kindnesse to requite you I 'le devise I was by sriends invited to a feast Although I say 't I was the chiefest guest They were so over joyed with my sight We could not part till twelve a clock at night My husband 's gone from home if he should know That I was out so late he 'ld snuffe and throw Much like a Mad-man if you did him sec As you' are a Gentleman you 'd pity me Home I must go if he 's at home before He 'l brawl and fight and kick me out of dore ' Pon small occasions he will raise up strife He 's still unkind I live a weary life They hearing this did think it was the lasse That they did seek for many words did passe Amongst them all her words did give them strength And drew them on with one consent at length They ventur'd out this blast Sweet mistris never feare for you shall find True friends of us soloving and so kind As ever Lady did our lives and all Shall lie at stake to free you srom this thrall The churle shall know that we will take your part And rub his gils and when he feeles the smart He 'l grow more tame pish hang this froward foole We 'l find a trick to make his fury coole A jealous coxcombe we may hit the veine And let him blood then that will help his braine Then by and by a key her page drew out Let them into a roome all hang'd about With Taffata the colour perfect yellow A fire in 't where they did think to swallow Their pleasures in by grosse soon she was drawn To prostitute her selfe when they did fawn And praise her beauty she did quench their fire Each one of them fulfill'd his vile desire When they had found such full and sweet content How faire she was how soon she did consent They judge her as a prize of wonderous worth She scorns their coyne they set her beauty forth The more at large Much kindnesse they would do her If she 'l but grant they may come often to her Their pleasure was but short yet in that space They prais'd her limbs her hands her eyes her face Then thus she spake why do you now rejoyce In this your sudden and unwary choyce What have you gain'd now but a horrid prize A shew of goodnesse which will prove but lies Then one of them reply'd I think you are So faire so handsome and beyond compare For qualities of such a sweet condition France cannot shew the like had I commission To search the fairest out I 'ld come to you And what I speake is nothing but your due With that she answer'd turne your eyes and see What purchase you have got you lay with mee And had delight now bid adieu to pleasure For your reward is worse than empty measure Then pulling up her garments from below The stormes did rise the furious wind did blow And presently they heard such claps of thunder As if the earth were forc'd to rend in sunder The lightning flasht or elsthey'd had no light And there they did behold the fearful'st sight That ever eyes beheld the sight of hell The horrid shapes the blacknesse of the cell The burning in 't the dreadfull cloven feet The gasping ghosts how Devils did them greet Then presently they were struck down to gether The house was vanish't and the stormy weather Was put to silence but they three were found Groveling in mire all the City ground Could never match that odious stinking place This Divelish whore there leaves them in disgrace One comming by when Titans flags were spread And spide them all but one of them was dead The other two lay wallowing in the dirt Besides the filth none could perceive'em hurt But they found death was making way within Their soules were wounded with the curse of sin They for a Priest with one consent did cry They 'd faine confesse their crimes before they dye In this distresse time did affoord them hope That they should have their pardon from the Pope He that did first vent out lascivious breath Now fals to be the second man for death For on the morrow death being mov'd with lust Did ravish him then left him in the dust The other two dayes after did resigne Himselfe to death Now if this quill of mine Were dipt in blood 't would make the reader feare A where for ever and to drop a teare For these unhapy men Oh! never more Let lust prevaile the Devil 's turn'd a whore Oh! horrid state what case were these men in To poison time and dye in
's see the book had'st thou so little wit To buy such trash I 'le serve thee now as fit One part shall serve to stop the mustard pot I 'le burn the rest and that shall be its lot A foole and 's money quickly part I see That thou art vext wilt be reveng'd on me Whore Pray mistris let it lie to keep all clean 'T will serve for waste you know well what I mean One of my friends shall write to his disgrace To shew his wit and in some publique place Cast out a libell that the world may know His wit is blasted onely wit in shew Pand. I 'me vext to heare you did I buy this book To have it burnt or tore great pains I took To find it out pray blame me not to frown To see it spoil'd it cost me halfe a crown But bear your shares we 'l keep 't to shame this sinner Make it our recreation after dinner To laugh at 's folly then 't will serve to light Tobacco for us every winters night Bawd Thou simple foole dost think I le have it lse Within my house our trading to discry Some feather'd goose may see 't and with a fright Forsake the house and take a further flight Pray burn it burn it if that asse were here That made the book we 'ld burn him to or teare His skin from 's flesh then he should know how well The place and persons do resemble hell But 't is no matter none that loves the sport Of Vénus or attends at Cupids Court Will e're regard it but to laugh and jest At his course wit I value not the rest Who. If I may judge I think he hath been crost In his desire he hath a beauty lost Or else his stock is spent and being poore He cannot passe so freely to his whore As formerly he did and now in rage He for her sake brings all upon the stage Or being old his vigour is abated What he lov'd once he 'd make all think he hated Thus ab initio now he writes to strive When all things faile to keepe his name alive Could he have known our private wayes or been Our Secretary if he had not seen The windings of the clew or toucht the sore If he by practice had not known 't before Or else he wanting naturall affections Would have sweet nature follow his drections He has been in some service overcharg'd The mark was hot and being now enlarg'd From Bedlam New-gate or Chirurg'ons hands He cannot feele the ground on which he stands I have been bred to this it is my course I 'd better be a whore than to doe worse Bawd I am grown old nor can I now take paines This is my trade which brings me constant gaines Should I forsake it now then call me foole I have not liv'd so long to goo to schoole To such a haire-braind coxcombe no I will Beare up delight drink and be merry still He 'd make us think if flesh and blood rebell There is no help but we must goe to hell We know that many with those faults are tainted Yet some were goddesses and some were Sainted Why should I fear but I as well may speed The Queen of Love I never did exceed Pand. I came to town thinking to be a groom But when I came another had the room That I was to supply and having spent My time my means being in discontent I took this honest course to gain reliefe There 's none can say I am a rogue or thiefe And yet forsooth here 's one hath undertook To prove us theeves and sentence pass'd nor book Will he allow which arrant theeves have had Why do I speak this peevish fellow 's mad Pimp I have been brought up in a gentile way To drink to swear to whore to dice and play I sold my lands and spent my whole estate What should I do being thus unfortunate I am a man that do attend those Lasses That feed me full I drink in boules and glasses They give me coin and cloths with them I finde Such dainty bits as satisfie my minde Let shame attend this idiot let his pen Be silenc'd forc'd to blot out this agen SECT 57. The railing Objections of an impious crew answered YOu brood of darknesse that do hate the light And breath out venome railing cursing spight Against the Authour and his searching Muse You shame your selves you cannot him abuse The Bawd that 's parboil'd or the Whore that 's stew'd The rotten Pander and the Pimp that su'd To have his Muse quite silent hear th' reply Your breath 's unwholsome pray come not too nigh But you are powder'd that me thinks is well To qualifie the stink and ' swage the smell I do confesse the book was made to fright And shame your rabble that true subjects might Be warn'd by your example hate your crew If I be mad I 'm onely mad to you If I would hide your shame your humours feed Or act such basenesse I were mad indeed What gallant 's that that doth these lines oppose Doth he speak plain or snuffle in the nose Or are his sinewes lost or onely shrunk Or has he been at flats and being sunk Blows fume into his braines his words may please Your fretting fancies but not give you ease Is not his face halfe rosted is 't not rich With Rubies Pearls and Saphires none of which Will passe for gold to satisfie his whore Although his face be rich his purse is poore Or do's his face seem cover'd o're with tallow Or has disease dy'd it into a yellow How opens he his jawes has he his haire Or is he mop'd a new with borrowed ware I feare it is not safe with him to sup Nor is it wholsome e're to taste his cup I know the earth doth bear such loathsome men What their mouth 's take in runs through th'nose agen Butlet him passe Except the Bawd doth turn What e're she wish I fear she 'l hang or burn The Pander got of late a greater share For keeping of the dore that he could spare Money to buy this book but now 't is cast Bawd Pander Whore have sentence on it past Butlet me speak a word t is but a breath If it must die let it be prest to death What libeller is this the whore would have Write to disgrace the Authour let me crave To know what place he lives in let his name Be known that all may blaze abroad his shame There are a crew that do cast libels forth Against the State to slander men of worth They bend their frothy wits but time may make Them bear their shame the rest may warning take The Pander's vext put to your helping hands Pay for the book for as the case now stands You must not burn it you may laugh 't is true But 's fellowes are alive to laugh at you Make it your sport jeere on you need not say 'T will shame an asse or fright a goose