him whiskin and deceive the other But now this letcher is return'd againe To court this whore but more and more the staine Doth take impression for she hath bereft him Of all his honour and his friends have left him Alas poore man thy pleasure and thy ease Do make thee senslesse but a worse disease Doth creep upon thee than the world can bring After the hony thou must have the sting And at the best thy honey's mixt with gall And with the bait thou tak'st the hook and all What past all cure let conscience speak thy shame Then shew thee hell and parch thee with the flame Set all thy sins in habit like a devill In battell ray to fright thee from this evill Let every beast where e're thou dost him see Shew that thou art a truer beast than he And all men still that do upon thee look Put thee in minde of that great Sessions book By which the world is try'd and let the earth Slight thee as much as any monstrous birth And let the warblers of the aire now speak To thy disgrace the clouds with fury break Drop down revenge the heavens fixed eyes Blush at thy presence and the lofty skies Look pale upon thee let those moving powers Present thee wrath and let all fragrant flowers Bow downe their heads still to thee let their smell Be like that brimstone which does burne in hell Let every creature sound as being taught This is the man that sold himselfe for nought His whore and he begin to be so flighted They cannot walk unlesse they be benighted But powted at and all their meeting places Deny them shelter sham'd to owne their faces But spue them out their lodgings oft they change Being wearie of them and a thing not strange Shame still is constant and it growes much stronger Like evening shadows that are ever longer The neerer night and at all turnes it takes them Keepes closest then though their best friend forsakes them Those little Wags that meet them in the street Will dog them home and then they will them greet With Whore-master with Pander and with Whore They try their skill to drive them from the dore To purchase freedome they must draw their swords Those knavish boyes will not be still'd with words SECT 34. The ruine of the bawdy house with its appurtenances THe house breakes truce for it is dayly tir'd Because for bawd'ry it was never hir'd And being frighted 't is growne strange and bald In feare it shall a bawdy house be cal'd So with consumption it doth pine away And being distrest invites the night to stay To hide its shame it 's vext for what it did And being guiltie it would faine be hid The roofe that hid them fals into a swound And by degrees drops downe unto the ground With griefe that ever it should be so vile And in revenge it chides away the tile Gives warning that 't will stand no longer under They fall with feare and so breake all in sunder The morphew wals are growne so bleake and thin They have through anguish Iost the outward skin Alas poore house 't would grieve a man to see That everiestorme should take revenge on thee The candi'd frost doth make the sore encrease Nor milder warmth will once admit of peace Because they kept them from the raging weather Their pun'shment is they must rot together The guiltie windows batter'd with assaults Repent that e're they did conceale their faults The stones the winde do bring it so about That by degrees they pick the quarrels out Blaze forth their shame and witnesse now bring in That with consent condemnes them for their sin Faine would they speake but cannot speake aright The lead's so heavie and the glasse so light The chamber-floore doth sink with deep conceit And doth disdaine to beare this sinfull weight One side blames th' other and they part in splcene Which parting seemes a little hell betweene Time does refuse to quit it from the staines The more 't is washt the more the filth remaines The bed-stead screcks with sad and doleiull tones And vents complaints being over-charg'd it grones Seeks to be eas'd the head doth blame the feet The feet the sides the testerne that doth see 't Doth start for feare that it must beare the blame For winking at and cov'ring of their shame Doth change itselfe to sundry ugly shapes To fright from sin these vile lascivious Apes The posts do vex which do abate their strength And grow so feeble that they fall at length The curtain rods what honest man did forge them Do now conceit that they were made to scourge them The hooks do hold them that they cannot do it So they are guiltlesse being willing to it The rings that run these curtain rods along Before were silent now they find a tongue To pratle forth their shame and do disgrace them Though they are brasse they cannot yet outface them They are not freed the canker runs about Without within to eat the substance out The curtaines too 'cause they were eas'ly drawn To hide their lust and did upon them fawn Now shrink away their colour quite doth change As being sharers i' st not very strange That senselesse things should be asham'd of sin And suffer for 't the moths do now begin To seek revenge and make of them a prey And are resolv'd to eat them quite away They do but Iustice so do all the rest That haunt their ghosts for they to war are prest The bed is thought to beare the greatest blame That did with patience underlay the shame The tike complains the feathers are so light As they at noone are so they are at night But they reply and very well they may Confesse they 're light but not so light as they They must not chide being gentle milde and soft But when they came 't is prov'd they grumbl'd oft They shew a reason why they blame the tick They could not flie out 'cause it was so thick The cordis question'd being rack'd below Begins to yeeld what ever it doth know Now blabs it out receiving many checks 'T wold needs be loose to catch them by the necks But being crost it cannot vengeance do It swels with malice till it breaks in two The pillows which did bear their musty pates Do sret with anger 'cause as coupled mates They gave them ease but now they do deny it They smell the rot and do at last defie it The sheets are found more guily than the rest For why in them those vermin made their nest Their shame 's made open for the secret sin Which they must own they look both black and thin And fear that penance they must do at Pauls When e're their partners go to purge their soules Time eite 'em in judge is 't not very fit For all such persons shame may teach them wit They 'd turn to many to remove that curse And tie the penance onely to the purse If 't he not
are freed the reckoning must be paid Now farewell cloke it 's like to go in trouble The sweet is past the sower will be double The whore will car'it quickly he is drawn To quit himselfe to put his cloak to pawn Well gone it is he sends it by this whore He takes no leave but never sees it more He 's pawn'd the while his word they will not take Nor can I blame them now his heart doth ake Yet not recover'd like a beast he sits This whore and drink have rob'd him of his wits This is thy doome poore foole thou must abide it Thy shame breaks out thou hast no cloak to hide it Muse stay a while for yonder comes the lade And thou shalt know what markets she hath made She being come begins to tell her tale What paines she took to put the cloak to sale She should have pawn'd it for a noble price But she hath sold it for a noble thrice One part she gave to him the other two She kept her selfe thus queanes do use to do One of the parts she reckons for her paines The other part she counted for her gaines This long-lane Broker well deserves a check He judgment gives and hangs it by the neck Its master thought it should but beare's expences 'T is faine to suffer for his foule offences Wast known by any has it ever been That cloaks were punisht for their Masters sin This tyrant shows some favour to the Cape 'T was prov'd that was not guilty of the Rape It had reveal'd them had it not been blind And sham'd them too but that it hung behind Then he perceiving how the markets went His cloak being gone and all his money spent And he himselfe is brought to such disgrace He 'l be but hist at when he shews his face Vnto the whore thus he his mind did utter Shame mov'd his tongue he could but only mutter Thou dunghill Iade thou hast undone me quite The time 's accurst that I came in thy sight Thou tempting witch thou rotten hag thou monster How vile thou art the World can never conster 'T was thou 't was thou did'st draw me unto sin Thou jear'st me now what pickle am I in Time where 's thy sithe oh that my glasse were run I had been blest had I not seen the Sun With that he stopt griefe had his spirits sunk He could not speak then thus begins the Punk Thou prating foole I took thee for an Asse Thou art a Rascall like a coxcombe passe Thou foule-mouth'd villaine what doest raile at me Go hang thy selfe and ease thy misery Thou simple drone doe'st think to lick the hony In Forma pauperis hast thou spent thy money And art thou vext who i st can give thee help Thou art too yong alas poore sucking whelp Hast lost thy cloak maintain'd how should I bee Or such as I but by such fooles as thee Do'st cry hold up thy head and let me kisse thee Kisse somewhere else if I do chance to misse thee Go learne more wit if thou so canst and then Get money too 't and come to me agen Vntill that time I will thy absence crave This is no jeare and so adew poore slave He sighes and weeps nor can he think of rest What dreadfull torment doth possesse his brest He 'd faine be gone and yet as faine would stay But that his cash is spent he must away But whether knows he not 't is his intent Home to returne yet fearing to be shent His mind doth change he 'd go then to his kindred But he shall shame them so his journey 's hindred If he dos walk by day his friends will spy him Or if by night the watch-men will desery him He giving no accompt then they in rage Will put him into Bridewell or the Cage His cloke he cannot get yet goes about it Nor has he food nor can he live without it He thus laments his case Wretch that I am was I not worse than mad To yeeld to such a whore I 'me worse than bad Vndone undone I have my Fortunes crost My Friends are turn'd my Foes my credit 's lost As I do who can live nor can I dy My death 's to live in what a strait am I Me thinks the earth doth speake to my disgrace The stones the dust spit venom in my face Boreas is angry growing sharp and thin The clowdy Ayre swels to revenge my sin The Heavens frown they 'l not endure my sight The dayes controwler scornes to give me light Could I with these but once more have a truce And with my Friends if ever such abuse I do commit again then let me be A modell of disgrace that all by me May warning take oh how do I repent Of all my basenesse homeward I am bent I will submit what though my master please For punishment send me to little ease Or els corrects me private let him do it I have deserv'd it and I 'le yeeld unto it In living thus it adds unto my sorrow Fall back or edge home I will go to morrow SECT 26. Of a fight betwixta whore and her Money-lesse guest and upon what termes they parted ASattin Trull that had bewitcht a man With her inchantments for the Devill can Fulfill his pimps desires a Conjur'd spell Works wonders strange being newly brought from hel She with her powder charmes or that black art Makes him her pray and seazeth on his heart She like a spider weaves her web so fine Fac'd like an Angell and her speech divine A perfect hypocrite so full of Sin None but the Devill was more full within I 'le not describe her with her painted face Her Character is in another place This paultry whore liv'd at so high a rate So Lady-like she must be serv'd in state With dainty fare in plate she will not faile So long as she keeps coying with her taile This painted flye spends all that he can get For he 's took prisoner in the Spiders net He thought of nothing but of sport and play At last this flye had worne his wings away A captive he remaind and was content To undergo't 't was sweet imprisonment In his conceir but 't was the Spiders will To cast her venom to infect him still At last the flye got loose away went he Creeping along because he could not flee Oft he was catcht because he felt no paine He longs to be a prisoner once againe Ere he had got his strength or impt his wings With golden feathers divers other things Were wanting too as policy and wit Which made this vermine shew a Bedlam fit What com'st thou here for what hast brought no money Thou simple drone dâ—st think to taste the honey ' Pon quarter ticket can I sup or dine Or pay my rent except thou bringst me coyne Words cannot clothe me they are cheap but thou Regardst me not thou broughtst me nothing now Then like a Panther flew she in his face Her clawes
In frenzie fits they 'll make it all their owne Were they not guilty they would be possest With gentlenesse their mindes would be at rest How ere they rage yet enter thou their roofe Though they resist they are not vengeance proofe Prevent the bawd or she 'll have her desire Ere th'watchmen come she 'll draw away the fire And let her harlots downe such fobs are made As master-peeces which do help their trade Finde out their holes take but the hearth away There shalt thou finde a hell the furies play There in the dark being apprehended so Let no man take a bribe to let them go I make no doubt but honest mindes will take The sense at best and good construction make Of what is spoke and meant and what is weak They 'll silent passe of what 's of worth they 'll speak Hearing the cries of husbands for their wives Being growne too light who lov'd them as their lives Complaints of women with their grieved moanes Their bitter mourning with their sighes and groanes For their lost husbands who have bin undone With following whores and how poore children run About for succour how their brinish teares Have spoke the parents shame how free from feares Vile strumpets walk abroad how men like flaves Are chain'd and brought untimely to their graves How men have lost by trusting such an else I have bin gull'd by some of them my selfe They 'll drive men off with words from day to day Till they pimp beg or die or run away And finding many thus were over-throwne I did resolve to make their courses knowne Walking alone over the pleasant fields Which were enricht with treasure all which yeelds Much matter for delight 't was cleerly seen That all the earth was newly clad in green It did rejoyce that it had cast away It s winter suite which was a suite of gray The ayrie Choristers did sweetly sing Their well-tun'd sonnets to the cheerfull spring Don Phoebus smil'd so lovely on the earth That it beares twins or hath a second birth To make all yet more rich the gentle showers With hony-drops resweets the various flowers Which now are risen from their frozen beds To welcome in the Spring they shew their heads To cheere mens hearts the milder gales of winde Alaies the heat refreshing every minde It hardly chides the dust being calme and faire It breathes sweet gusts which do perfume the ayre The beast that was imprison'd and did eat His bare allowance now he carves his meat The azure-colour heavens ioy'd to see Such concord on the earth the harmonie Possest me with content how did this day Resemble heaven but it pass'd away The Charetter of heaven whipt his steeds That ran too fast before he never heeds Our losse nor care nor did his fury rest 'Till he had drove them headlong to the west The day being slunk away the season too Will part ere long thought I none can it woo To tarry here to qualifie our feare It promis'd us a visit every yeare Black Morpheus did begin to chase the light I could not call it day nor was it night But being refresht the notions of my braine Somewhat reviv'd homeward I came againe I heard a cry and as I pass'd along With listning found it was a womans tongue A man replying made the noise much more With rayling words Out of my sight you whore I le travell far enough What cannot I Accompany my friends but presently Thou must controule me go thou dirty hag I le bang thy sides and make thee work or beg The womans answer modest was and milde Alas you know that I am big with childe I 've little ones beside I am afraid If you mend not they 'll be through want destroid You care not for us nor provide us meat We often sit and have no bread to eat You spend what ere you get upon a whore And now you will be gone to vex me more What case am I now in oh if you leave me I wish the grave more kinde and to receive me Then coming to 'em she exprest her griefe To me at large I gave her some reliefe But he with fury rayl'd till at the last A Constable did make him cry as fast Who coming knew the case where he did dwell And to the Iustice neere to new Bridewell He had bin brought but that I made request For him he promist to forsake the nest Of bawdy strumpets and to end the strife He did confesse his faults and cleare his wife Yet afterwards this vassall was as bad As bad might be which made his wife run mad And so she still remaines this gave more strength Vnto my purpose then my Muse at length Possest with fury prest with thoughts grew bold To bend herselfe strange stories to unfold Though she was angry she was mov'd with pitty Towards ev'ry one in Countrey Court and City It is the sin she strikes at 't is her end To shew examples others may amend These kinde of devils though they range about Where once they enter seldome are cast out Her meaning is in making sharp her pen To drive ill spirits out and save the men She feares not envie Ignoramus least One's curst but weak and bayard's but a beast If thou dost meet her use her well she's free Or else she may unlookt for meet with thee She smiles yet grieves to heare how some will roare Although they purchase hell to get a whore Thy night is come go quickly call the watch Forth ou hast weighty businesse to dispatch Grace honest Poets as thou walk'st thy round The wanton Rimer will be quickly found Search out the rest judge as thou find'st their crimes Then thou mayst be a register of times A Nights Search SECTION 1. The character of a modest wise Poet with some touches by the way at his opposites his happy end THe true borne Poet that doth bend his quill To scan the world and finding out the ill Provides a cure and still it is his care To launce the sore that others may beware He 's temperate wise and modest he will sit In company to pollish ore the wit He 's harmlesse in his life no person place Are hid from his conceits he shewes that face That 's most obscur'd his Genius and his pen May make you think his spirit lives in men He 's like a little world for all things there Obtaine a being in their proper spheare All men do meet in him his searching Art Sucks in the sweet and creame of every part Gull knave or foole before he 'll let him passe He 'll learne the true character of an asse He sets out sin most lively black as hell To fright men from the bait he can as well Display't in parts or grosse or both or either Though sin and he were never bred together As well as any curious painter can The fashion of a landskip or a man The guilty man may read his sin his shame And call it
But at their parting think how pale the ground Did look upon those mortals what a sound Did eccho in the aire the blushing skie Did hide it selfe with clouds the Heav'ns great eye Was blood-shot dark and dim he had resign'd His office up but that he was confin'd Within his bounds The Heavens dropt downe teares The orbs grew angry and the earth with feares Was overcharg'd the smoother streames did glide More hastily to turne against the tide The plants did shake all loosing of their hold Only the barren Bramble grew more bold The beasts depriv'd of sence do gently stand Their happiest timelyes in the Butchers hand The fowles of heaven that did sing before Are now growne silent they can sing no more Poore tired spirits can no comfort have They 'd faine exchange with death to get a grave They dye alive but being much distrest One amongst many thus his minde exprest What 's all this rumor but an emptie bubble Dropt from the skirts of hell the shame will double Vpon them shortly all the hatefull rout That plead for sinfull praise shall fly about Tost with a blast from hell then they will see Sin paine and shame will have precedencie This Vmpire that would seeme to please 'em all Will bring them in and leave them in such thrall That time can ne're release when they shall dwell With him that hath the greatest place in hell The Caniball when he a stranger saw ' He strangely entertain'd him in his maw But this man-eating Devill draws them to 't He 'll burne their flesh and broyle their soules to boot All things will quiet be when sp'rites are laid The clouds dissolve the Heavens that are staid Will move in order and the earth will spring The plants recover strength the birds will sing Poore soules that dwell on earth will then rejoyce That made the best though not the sudden'st choyce The bawd the thiefe with all that did attend them Must have their doom nor time nor means could mend them How is this world deceiv'd how do's it wooe Hels breath'd delights alas what do's it doe To stifle nature put the rules of reason Quite out of joynt oh this fatall treason The storme is past which was a type of death Rest now my Muse for thou art out of breath SECT 13. Of an Irish Foot-mans entertainment in a bawdy house and what miserie followed AN Irish Teige once walking late at night Did cast his eye upon a loathsome spright But cover'd o're with flesh that painted too Her tongue being oyl'd she thus poore Teige did wooe Pray Sir come in a friend that loves you here Would see your face and drink a cup of beere To talk and laugh such time is sweetly spent That ' grees with mirth you shall have good content He hearing this stopt and his thoughts began To rove not thinking who should be the man He thus reply'd at last Mastris me tank yo sor yor love an care What man is him tat sands for me I dare Ga in Sine Patricks name and sew mee vace It shon't be zed tat Irish mons be base ' Shave argee sait I hill drink some ale wone beere Vll see te mon drank an be jocund here Che sarve an Anglish Gantelmon tat have Gan mee some skillings made me feine an brave But coming in there 's no man to be found But woman-kinde great store Teiges braines being drown'd Was fit for any company he did Reveale his shame which nature always hid The Bawd perceiving that an easie bait Would take this Flounder then she askt him strait What wench he 'd please to have one young or old A couiser or a siner they are sold As they are high low young faire richly tir'd Or else as coyne's brought in so are they hir'd Now Teige thus answers Me ha won hueg meend To tat foine Duck as hoydes her vace beheend Pre mastris let me ha hur an I shall Gee hur some argee an my zelf an oll It is agreed that Nancie must receive him Into her chamber how they did deceive him Time will discover there a while they staid But how they dallied how they sinn'd and plaid Iudge by the sequell having vainly spent The time allotted for their merriment Teige searcht his pocket he was freely willing To gratifie her love with halfe a shilling But comming downe the Bawd enquiry made How he was pleas'd what match was drove what trade What he had gin her further asking when He did intend to visit her agen He told the Bawd how they their time did passe How they agreed how bountifull he was To give her six-pence Then the Bawd call'd out Why Nancie Nancie come resolve the doubt What this man had what thou hadst of this man Then Nancie cry'd anan forsooth anan What had this man I aske forsooth I gave Him his desire he did but aske and have Embraces by the grosse a curious song A large Coranto kisses mixt among We did in all things very well agree But this I had but six-pence for my fee. How wench but six-pence who shall pay the rest I thought h 'had been an open-handed guest Coranto's are not sold at such a rate Nor will I lose my money though 't be late Give me five shillings truly Sir 't is true I cannot ' bate a penny of my due An Angell is indeed my usuall price Where once a Crowne I have an Angell twice Then Teige dives downe into his slops there found But just so much that freed him turning round Away ran he most nimbly for his cash Was for his learning chopt away for trash He was asham'd to come in 's Masters sight His heart being heavie and his purse so light But shortly after he began to finde Some swellings where ghesse you and then his mind Being charg'd with griefe complain'd thus he said Hooe I be pain'd me trot me be afraid I chee be spoyl d mine belly all is sure Mine fait and trotla Nancie was an whore Mine pictures all bin spended none dere be Woll bring a Churgion and gee him a see ' Cheed pa 'em well agin when chee con run But now chee con't go wee l chee be undon Unlesse some course been takin oh tat cheat Me moâ—â— is sore chee cannot yeat mine meat If some tat lov'd Sine Patrick ded ma nowe Dey'd gee mee argees dey wod vavor sew An heilp me in dis case de Churgin pa Chee shoold be wele agin Sine Patricks da. Eles chee shall leese mine Master and be veine To starve or beg or eles go whome ageine Dei'le take te whore as did entice me in Rope take te Bawd as did wee me begin To make da match shame take Nancie vor shee Chee be afeard ha gin te pock ta mee A purse is made a Surgeon now is brought He findes the truth and yet the matter 's naught The griefe 's laid open and the Surg'on's faine To lance and stew
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