of thy feet Or come within his house dost think thy vow Is priz'd of him who knowes thou mockst him now Dost come to give him praise in peoples sight For safe deliverance lasting paine 's thy right Dost think he doth not know thee or dost think Although he knowes thee at this fault he 'l wink He 's ne're deceived thou'lt find thy conscience will Ioyne with the Iudge thy soule with guilt to fill Thou' rt ever lost except thou dost repent I 'le leave thee now to corporall punishment SECT 23. Of a strumpet accusing others and afterwards her selfe her protestations WHen wealthy sommer did decline in strength The golden dayes diminisht much in length The waking time which they from night did take Being urg'd upon 't they restitution make To reconcile the ods but not the crime Both day and night must share alike in time But light found wary friends to plead for day Though she be cast sh' has a months time to pay Men did rejoyce because the teeming earth Was safe deliver'd of a fruitfull birth But she lookt pale upon 't for all her store Was strain'd upon to pay a twelve months score This dealing vext her faine she would have chid But men had bills and bands for what they did And judgement past upon 'em most unkind The birds and beasts glean'd what they left behind The watry treasure open'd wide its mouth And grants a licence to the weeping fouth For bottling up of teares the clouds did hold Their swarthy colour to invite the cold The trees grew naked whistling winds did call The leaves away The earth depriv'd of all Her new-borne treasure makes a league with men For one graine she receives to pay 'em ten Within the yeare she doth receive the seed As earnest tyes to pay as they agreed The foole thought all was buried in a tombe Some liv'd in hope and then she clos'd her womb But keeping Centry at that time I spi'd A walking clod of earth and when â—tri'd My skill to know what creature this might be I found she lov'd the Art of Bawderie She being question'd did with fury prate Till she was lockt within the woodden grate But being freed againe she did unfold The names of those who residence did hold At such a place the nature of their meeting Th' occasions on 't their feasting and their greeting What randevous they kept what domineering What time they spent in drinking whoring swearing How Lady-like one of the queanes lay in If any aske she must not be within She 's at her Countrey-house to take the aire To purge her blood and make her seeme more saire Her Serving-man will answer at the dore He 's but a dunghill Pimp t' attend this whore That he is left to manage her estate In black and white this cancell'd Asse will prate Another is a Maid new come to towne To buy a gorger and a Tabbie gowne And sell a jewell she goes all in Plush She 's newly enter'd and she 'll quickly blush She keepes her chamber lying backward still She now takes physick and she 's very ill Another if you knock will be afraid And she forsooth goes for her Chamber-maid She 'll wring her hands and call the Gods above To right her cause she hath been crost in love The fourth 's a daintiewidow rich and young Her husband di'd at sea and she stayes long To gather in her debts she 's wary staid And she 's resolv'd to live without a maid A Merchant loves her well and he doth watch To take her in the minde to strike the match All those are common though they do pretend This and the other thing mark but the end You 'll finde this true if you have common sense Call up the Constable and fetch 'em thence The Master's Pander and the Mistris Bawd Take them to Newgate there they will be aw'd When she had spoke I follow'd in the round The place was search'd the persons all were found As she descri'd the first began to frowne When th' Bridewell Matron came to change her gown She clad in Plush grew milde and chang'd her hue She was in black to morrow she 's in blue The love-sick maid is from her sweet-heart barr'd She 'd love the Beadle but he whips too hard The widow learnes good huswifrie she knocks The hemp and yet she 's angry with the blocks The Merchant leaves her is 't not very ill Nor can she stir to prove her husbands will The Bawd must ride the Pander's in disgrace Yet he 's in hope to get the Hang-mans place But afterwards this tell-tale whore confest Her shamefull plots thus she herselfe exprest 'T is true I am a whore who knows not that I love a private corner like a batt I cut a purse sometimes and take my share When others do 't and drink away all care But yet I scorne to robb the poore and when I do 't unknown I pay 'em all agen Those that can spare it when they come to me If in our love we can but once agree I often pillage them when they grow bold I watch my time to seize upon their gold I am no market whore like those that say Before they truck sir what shall be my pay Such mercenary trulls that will not trade With any man untill the match be made I ever hated it shall nere be fed By any blade that I am basely bred I 'le be gentile with any hide-bound elfe I have away how to relieve my selfe Could I weare silke with gold and silver lace A beaver of this price which gives a grace To all the rest a gorget of fine lawne Edg'd round with purle if I did never pawne A woodcocks golden feathers take a prey When it lies open ready in my way Should I refuse such booties is it reason Farewell 't is late we 'l finde a fitter season To drink and laugh the Constable is true The Beadle 's right well once againe adiew See here the vilenesse of this black-breath'd spirit Who thinks her damned sin bespeaks a merit 'T is true it merits hell I feare she 'l creep Quite from her grave into th' infernall deep What 's bad in others is to her a grace It may be she doth think to have a place Of eminence in hell 'pray has there bin At any time a noblenesse in sin She did reveale the meetings of a crue That leigers were for hell and lay perdue To stay the passers by she thought her trading Might mend upon 't which by their meanes was fading I hope that sin is of the falling hand When hell 's divided long it cannot stand Ah! how 's this world bewitcht how doth it play With serpents crocodiles which will destroy Their owne familiars how doth it spend Its marrow strength and time rush to an end Which brings in endlesse woe oh that my pen Might strip those beasts the rest may live like men SECT 24. Of a teeme of hackney Jades that use to
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
likely to be brought about They 'l fee the washer then to wash them out Shall innocents thus suffer in their places What they deserve and quit them from disgraces Nor can I cleare the coverlet or quilt From being sharers in this hatefull guilt That overlookt them in their curst delight And was so carelesse be it wrong or right 'T was never mov'd to vex 'em let its shades Dwell still in Newgate or with Bridewell jades Where shame 's in use the Cut-purse too shal crave it Then let the dunghils cast lots which shall have it The stools and chaires when on them they do sit Doe trembling fall into an aguish fit The table mournes for bearing of their meat Which feeds their lusts it 's weake the burthen great The posts that did uphold this house so long Begin to sink if they had but a tongue They 'd beg for pardon promising no more To prop such basenesse or defend a whore Sed sactum est though now they do abhor it They with the rest are like to suffer for it The ashie wormes shew justice ever when They have crept through they creepe cleane through agen Eat out the strength that 's seated in the heart Quite past recoverie ' though they feele no smart Sharp execution 't is their bawdie hire Iust fit for nothing but for flaming fire The groundsell being tender-hearted stones Do pine away and change like dead mens bones And melt with teares faine would they shrink away But finde no passage so are forc'd to stay They chide the lime for holding them together And haâ—e the men that first did bring them thither They being sorrie when the cause is tri'd Shall have this favour by the high-way side They still shall stand as monuments of shame And shall bewray the place from whence they came But now the dore for being often lockt Which made them fearlesse being jeer'd and mockt Fals in a palsie open then it flyes Cals out in passion to invite some eyes To see their folly but the hooks were crosse She hinges fearing they should suffer losse Part from the dore the lock is chiefly shent Being pliable 'cause it did give consent To come and go with turning of a hand Much like a Pander and did all withstand That would oppose them in this cursed way But then the lock layes blame upon the key For forcing it to whatsoe're it did The key had freedome but the lock was hid The wrangling key pleads keeping much ado The nailes were forc'd yet they were guiltie too They loose their hold the hooks and hinges sever The key is gone the lock does his endevor To purchase freedome th' dore as faine would cleave In sunder but it cannot yet get leave For execution in a worser kinde Iustice decrees not long e're he shall finde Must be his doome the lock hooks hinges must Dye with the nailes a lingring death with rust The key 's pursu'd though it be stept aside With Argus eyes and shall be strictly tri'd When it is found as chiefly guiltie in 't And then this story shall be put in print These hatefull Brutes now frighted are away By these extremes but cannot go by day For Sol disdaines to give them any light And they 're asham'd to come in peoples sight Nay silent night though shamelesse would not owne them They are so vile had she before not knowne them Darknesse prepares for each a sable coat Vshers them out unto a place remote Owles tune their organs as they go along The Screech-Owles cries are mixed too among The nimble Bats do frisk along before The Polcat's call'd and he brings many more The subtile Wee sell followes on behinde And nightly Beetes singing in their kinde The Mouse was wisht but would not help to place them Welfare the Rat he came but not to grace them Well gone they are but whither who can tell My Muse wants sente to track them by the smell Nor is it wholsom yet to cleare the score If they amend not the will tell you more SECT 35. Of a Countrey Clowne being cheated with marrying of a whore c. A Home-bred Clowne that had a good estate Left by his friends but over-rul'd by fate Which wrought his woe but well he did deserve it Read but the story then you may observe it This silly Clunch did love a handsome Lasse Love did I say no but to let that passe 'T was but in shew as afterwards appear'd Or lov'd in jest in earnest he was jear'd She 's confident on 's love though fancie tremble She learnes to love and he how to dissemble This Maid had beautie honestie and wit And portion that might well become and fit A better man none of the former three Had heat all so true a Clowne was he Her love exceeds alas 't is out of season When love gets head it is not rul'd by reason The match goes on in time they have agreed it All men conclude the heavens have decreed it And then the day of marriage is prefixt Her love 's intire but his with falshood mixt Why she lov'd him l'elsay the best I can Because the did or that he was a man And he had cause to love this lovely Maid But fooles want reason so this foole 's betrai'd The Sun had looked on him with his power And tann'd his skin his countenance was sower His goggle eyes and rich enamel'd snout His brawny cheeks his lips or what 's about This trunk of treasure I will not discover But how he woo'd in 's progresse how this lover Obtain'd's desire and how he was deceiv'd And how he was of all his friends bereav'd By accident he came into a place A man of note did shew him there such grace He was transported for he knew not how To carry ' himselfe save onely at the plow He was not guiltie of a jot of breeding But full of flesh and that he got by seeding He saw an Imp there and her face was painted Who was a whore and for a whore was tainted She was his prospect and did glut his eyes His minde with surfets did both fall and rise Sometimes he 'll blush and sometimes have no colour Sometimes he 's quick as quickly he growes duller He walks about and then sits downe and muses Then speaks his minde but clownish as he uses Zur ' chave a zecret to make nowne to yow Pray zhow ma vavor on I 'll tell you trew How stonds my case I chave a wounded hart That 's peirst quite through for Coupid throw'd his dare Here is a wench I think hurbe be his zistur Hur looks dud ravish ma whon I had kist hur My heart dud zwell my head dud vall a aking My eyes mare dazeld all my limbs stood quaking I con't tell how my tongue was zilenst quite My honds ware manacled yet wee delight I think upon hur but I connot rest Had I but hur oh how zuld I be blest If hur wooll ha'ma oll that
such a foolish thing You lov'd another let her be our bride And so adieu good fortune be your guide So slunk away With that in haste he turn'd himselfe about To view the passage which way she went out He could not finde but changed like a ghost His minde perplext his spirit sunk almost His heart in pieces now is like to break He swels with griefe so that he cannot speak Thus he continued though a little season Yet in that time sense rob'd him of his reason But she relates his wooing all this while And how she answer'd made them all to smile For they agree'd that she should only try him To prize her more not that she should deny him For fear he 'd change and never more to crave her For well they knew none but a foole would have her Then in they came to comfort up his heart But she was absent that did breed the smart In policie which made him grieve the more But she to listen stood behinde the doore She 'd see th' event her frowns did speak his doome If she appear'd she was a living tombe But she was call'd the matter was debated How he lov'd her why he of her was hated They urg'd her to 't faine they would have her married She now resolv'd but presently she varied But to be short they 'd not have him deluded They joyn'd their hands the match is now concluded But now to shew how he embrac'd his choice 'T would make you laugh and how he did rejoyce What he appointed for the marriage day 'T was thought the savour did his love bewray How he directed Going plodding out To tell his fortune as he lookt about He spi'd the maid that lov'd him told the story Of this great match and the intended glory He 'd have at 's wedding how five hundred pound He had in promise but not one was bound To see it paid in money nor a jot I feare will ever fall unto his lot This harmlesse soule in hearing this reply'd False-hearted man with griefe her tongue was ty'd She spoke no more her eyes dropt silent tears Her colour chang'd her mind 's distrest with fears Her heart was swell'd it would dissolve but when It sent out teares griefe call'd them back agen Sometimes hot feavers seem'd to take fast hold Then frosty agues made her shake with cold Sometimes the spring spreads beauty on her face Then comes the autumne which doth it disgrace Time gave her respit to renew her strength The clouds blew over thus she spake at length What is truth banitht or is she asleep Is faith in morgage that thou wilt not keep Thy promise made will conscience passe for coyne Death is corrivall of this heart of mine My heart is breaking but it grieves not thee Forwhy thou bring'st me to this misery Now now thou leav'st me and thon break'st thy vow Which God nor Nature ever did allow To cleave to one that is to thee a stranger Thou dost my welfare and thy soule endanger In wronging me thou dost thy selfe no right Take heed I feare she is a graine too light She 's coacht with gallants up and down the street Judge then the rest and shew thy selfe discreet To doubt the worst Why do I spend my breath But for my Bride-groome constant gentle death Then down she sunk as if the day were come To solemnize the wedding in her tombe The wormes her guests they modestly will keep Their watch while she doth with her bridegroom sleep But raising up her breath as from the ground She then reviv'd for it was but a swound Then spake this clown 't was all the wit he had Whot ailes theiz voole Whot art ta turning mad Or dost dizemble I wooll not believe tha Not I but losse of whot I ha' do grieve tha Dud I make promosse to tha woo dud heare it Come do thy worst na troth I wo not veare it I thave a zweet heart though thou zaist hur's light Hur vlesh is vast hur's high on big thy spite Breaks out agenst hur vor thy noze do zwell Hur's vaire of Cowpids kin I leek hur well Hur's handsom yong well bred on monstr us witty Ther 's ne're a viner wench in oll this zitty A great huge potion god omighty zent hur I love hur mainly on I zball content hur With money gouds ond londs with pigs on kine My zelf on oll I chave hur hart z'has mine I chom o happy mon whot ere thou zay Thus having spewd his mind he runs away Poore tortur'd Virgin how art thou cast down Grieve not to leave this false hard-hearted Clown Thou lov'dst too soon too much and out of season Call home thy love let sense be rul'd by reason Submit to what the heavens do decree Which have in store a better a atch for thee Thy heart 's so bruis'd it bleeds with inward paine But gentle time will make it whole againe For better objects keep thy love in store Thou shalt be blest he vexed with a Whore But now my Muse for pleading on thy side Will lose the love o' the Bridgroom and the Bride She weighes it not nor will the flatter any She hates a bribe and knows a foole from many Now they prepare against the wedding day Though not invited she intends to stay To see the service in a corner by She 'l view the couple now the time is nigh Althings are bought both of them rich apparrel'd But coyne was wanting and the Taylor quarrell'd Now they are marri'd To shew the manner of this solemn feast The butchers meat the fowle and how 't was drest Or name the guests or those that did attend them What was their own or what their friends did lend the What choice of wine his waiting on the Bride What cost this feast what paid for sauce beside I 'le not relate it 't is too long a story Blame not my Muse she 's not a grave for glory But having din'd he said his fathers grace And pray'd the Sun to drive away apace And whip the steeds with fury to the West For in his sight but halfe could he be blest His spirits mov'd him Morpheus to invite To spread his cloud and haste to bring on night Black night being come he went with 's Bride to bed He had his wish but not her maiden-head My Muse left them t' enjoy what from love sprung For she was modest and she lost her tongue Their nightly pleasures smoothly glide away And night is forc'd to give place to the day Her tongue 's restor'd to shew their griefe o'th'morrow Exchang'd with joy unto the Bride-grooms sorrow What he took up on ticket or the score For this great feast and what he ow'd before Must now be paid he cannot well deny it His marriage coine he can as ill come by it Yet safe enough for it is out at use So forawhile this was his chiefe excuse Where no mans knowes nor when it shall be paid The bond
my lands for you this cost of mine Ioyn'd with my love the highest place may crave It is my right and all I 'm like to have Be wise and silent put me still before Your hopes depend on me I 'le say no more Thiefe Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Me thinks I see as once at Sutors-hill A silly gull who having had his will To break o're hedges being took at last I robb'd him of his gold and bound him fast Although he made his moane away went I To free my selfe but there I let him lye This brainlesse asse that now relates a story Of what he has and seemes to raise his glory From what he has beslow'd upon a whore The bawdy-house doth gaine but he 's made poore When all is spent he hath no other way To help himself and yet forsooth he 'll say Precedency is his he do's beguile Himselfe with hopes I cannot choose but smile The day the place are mine and he shall finde That I must go before he come behinde When I am out of cash I scorn to borrow I have a trick to banish all my sorrow One happy night may blow me into stock Or with a Pistoll or a stab or knock I gaine a weighty Purse or if that misse I have another way as good as this I 'le cheat and steale and rob a house by night And having got my prey I take my flight I have a share from all that rob about Iway-lay some and others finde them out This foole that sold his land will nere beleeve How much I got upon one Christmas eve At Hide-parke-corner or at Bagshot Downes Another time among the countrey-clownes I cannot want unlesse that crooked tree Dos choake my hopes and prove a foe to me What can the whore the pander pimpe or bawd Do of themselves or he that does applaud His crazie humour onely in the spring He 'll chirp about and like a Cuckow sing ' But moult away in winter when my time And fortunes usher me into my prime I must relieve them all Iudge who is best Shall I not be preferr'd above the rest The case is plaine those that have eares and fight Will know I challenge nothing but my right As for the pleaders all their braines are weake I am content to let the Vmpire speak SECT 12. The Devil's Vmpire their causes the fearefull conclusion THey plead for place in sin they might as well Strive which shall have priority in hell The Devil's Vmpire to decide the case He comes in hellish-state to take his place And by degrees he strives to bring 'em in As fast unto their paines as to their sin Thus he begins ho can you not agree I 'le make you friends if you 'll be rul'd by me You 're all my servants why should you fall out Sith I am umpire to resolve this doubt I 'll do with judgement first the whore 's my childe Though yet she be not she may be as vilde As mistris Bawd I love to keepe her fine For I doe use her as a hooke and line To catch Iack-simple let her stay her time And she will be as perfect in her crime As any of the rest in act and tongue Alas you must consider she 's but young My pretty pimping Boy be of good cheere Thou com'st as bravely on as any here Being but lately enter'd this I finde Thy will is good that do's content my minde Observe and gaine experience from the rest There 's none too wise to learne thou maist be best Cheare up go bravely on and thou shalt have The chiefest place and what else thou wilt crave Ho! come my little Pander thou art he To whom I do commit much secrecie I ever found thee faithfull in thy place Thy minde is bent to honour praise and grace My kingdome here below the place is thine But make no wordson't for the gift is mine Go on my bully as thou hast begun I le pay thee bravely when thy worke is done Come come my old acquaintance gentle Bawd Thy constant service I must needs applaud The Queene of hell salutes thee Dost thou smile To think thou hast bin absent all this while Thou hast my love I 'le keep thee at my cost Now take my hand I think there 's no love lost Thou serv'd it me young when that way did not hold Thou did'st me better service being old In harboring those that have a minde to play Their lands their time their soules and all away I put much trust in thee and thou art true Still to my kingdome honour is thy due Preheminence is thine come downe to me Thou dost not know how welcome thou shalt be But hinder not thy bus'nesse let me know A day or two before but we below Are ne're unfurnish'd we can entertaine In hellish pompe thy selfe and all thy traine Thy house is like to mine but that 't is lesse Lightet and cooler too but thou maist guesse How well our guests doe sute untill thy tombe Doth close thee up take thou the chiefest roome My Spark of velvet I 'me glad to heare and see That thou reposest confidence in mee Thy will I do accept thou spend'st thy store To honor sin what can a man do more Thou shalt not want thou need'st not to repent I have more ways when all thy store is spent To raise thee up I make no doubt ere long Thou wilt be fit to grapple in the throng For this high place of honor then I will Praise thy endevors and applaud thy skill Persist sweet Honey-chops lay 't on and spare not Some few may envie us what 's that we care not What what my bonny Hackster thou com'st last Thou art my son this title was not past In vaine upon thee thou didst never give Occasion of disgrace but how to live In honor reputation 't was thy care To be a man of dread of courage rare Thou do'st affright the world such is thy state They value thee not at a common rate Th' art free to all my friends I 'le say to thee Thou steal'st from them who faine would steale from mee Nor art thou cowardly but bold and brave In all thine acts if some penurious slave Fals but into thy clutches thou wilt make Him leave his bags or thou his life wilt take Thou be ar'st my image I have robb'd the world Although I was into a prison hurl'd I venture still What 's murther but a crime Which I have made almost as old as time Spend upon whores and drink what thou do'st get Feare not the crooked tree why should'st thou set A doubt before thee try if thou canst win Thine Host to make a bawdy house of 's Inn That will promote thy Art For ought I see Prioritie of place belongs to thee Continue in thy course and let me heare Thy valor speake I 'le help thee never feare It grieves me thus to part but you all know My greatest bus'nesse lyes in hell below
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
ere I have Zail be hur joyntur much I wo not crave Bezides hur loave vor I'chave welth onouffe ' Chave lond on cattle houze on houzo'd flusse On oll things vitting vor a contry mon. Zur woll you zpeake on help ma whot yow con He heares and ponders and this lovers tale Does take effect she being grown so stale She stinks to most but to the Clown her smell Seem'd sweet though ranck and pleasd his humor we This Man of note consid'ring this reply'd Be not dismai'd thou shalt not be deny'd If I can steere the helm put on and try Perhaps at first being modest she 'l deny Take no repulse her love in time will yeeld When thou hast conquer'd triumph in the field She 's such a one as nature doth intend To make a patterne of I must commend Thy wit thy choice her carriage is compleat Her breeding's rare and her behaviour neat Her gifts her parts do adde a comely grace To all the rest her pleasant smiling face Doth usher in such glory that the sun Is quite ecclip'st before the day be done Her eyes being bright the beames with shame returne They charme the fire as 't hath no power to burne Why speak I thus to put a heat to fire Love must have love that satisfies desire I 'le make the way Iove give thee good successe I wish the winged god may do no lesse Thus having blaz'd her Fame what 's now agreed She was in show but not at all indeed He never told in this he much did faile Her body was too heavy for her taile Nor of her painting on her wrinkled face Nor how she was to all her sex disgrace Nor of her living which was worse than bad Her trading brought in all the meanes she had Then he unfolds this matter to the whore She tels the bawd her sister and before They do admit him they consult about him She 'l leave the man and have his coine without him But then the spokesman vomited his mind Though he 's a Clown yet thou maist find him kind He 'l dote upon thee let thee take thine ease And go and come and do what ere thou please He 'l not be jealous he has not the wit But thou must rule him and thy humors fit He 's rich and thou shalt always keep his treasure Thou' art wise enough to use it at thy pleasure Come be not coy seeing fortune gives a call And for his faults know gold will cover all Take something certaine thou know'st what to do Please but this foole and keep thy trading too When he was silent thus the quean began What shall I do this countrey Clown who can Affect his person he so like a foole Behaves himselfe 'las he should go to schoole Before he seek a wife and learne some wit To make a husband ere he will be fit To know himselfe and such as are above him He is so clownish I shall never love him But if i could be married to his land And leave his person then I 'de give my hand And strike the match with heart and free consent I live at pleasure and have full content Without controule if he should marry mee He 'd mue me up with those that come to see My chang'd condition how socre I sped I quickly should grasthorne upon his head Your love I tender but the Clown I hate And think it scorne that he should be my mate With that the bawd grew angry looking fierce Begins to speak but cannot well rehearse Her mind in words but when the storme was past Her tongue broke loose and thus she spoke at last What do'st thou flight what love to thee doth proffer Art thou so curious to refuse an offer That might inrich thee I 'le not thee importune Thou art not like to have so good a fortune If thou refuse him be not thou so nice If once deny'd he may not aske thee twice His clownish carriage thou maist help to mend it And cover all his faults if thou'ltintend it Come he is wealthy stand not in thy light The pleasant'st day may have a cloudy night Riches bring honor fortune doth it send What freely comos thou maist as freely spend Though he be hidebound thou maist make this Clown Consormable and bring his temper down When thou art old thy custome and thy trade Will quite decay already thou do'st fade He 'l not mistrust thee thou maist take thy time And use thy own whilst thou art in thy prime Say he should think that thou didst do amisse Poor man he 'l wink or salve it with a kisse If thou shouldst have a man discreet and wise He 'd track thee out for wisdome's full of eyes If he be poore his wit will not maintain thee Thou wilâ— repent thy friends will all disdain thee Reject him not although he be a peasant A country life with wealth is very pleasant As she concluded in then came the suitor So brisk as coming newly from his tutor And kist them round as he was taught to doe Yet still a clown and clownishly did woe Thus he began Zweet hart I loave tha woot tho be my wife Zay const tho like a bonnie country life I ne're zaw anee I cood loave like thee Nor ever zhall zhow then zuch loave to me Thine eyes are charmes thy vavor do's invite ma Thou hanzome duck O let thy oave requite ma Zpeak wolt ta ha'ma if thou me deny I zhall be zick on zicknesse makes voke die I thout to night'chad bad tha in mine armes But whon I woke I ch'was bewicht we charmes I do embrace tho oton in my dreames But tan I vinde'tis nothing but extreames Of loave and veare of hope on passions mixt which genders griefe dezpaire ztonds us betwixt O pitty ma and caze ma of me zmart Tho hast abawme woud cure my wounded hart My wealth my goods on whotzoere I ha Sholl be thine own com do no zay ma na This crasty slut knowes how to make her game She 'd seeme to blush but that she wanteth sharce She screws him up unto a higher pin With silence and delayes now she 'l begin To speak her minde Kind sir I must be bold To breath a doubt your love 's too hot to hold Nor am I willing my estate to change This thing call'd love to me was ever strange Nor can I brooke a silent country life I 'm far unfit to make a Farmers wife I cannot toile bake brew nor serve your swine Nor trudge to market no nor milke your kine Nor such like things which suits not with my breeding But where you wooe I 'de have you go a speeding And for your love I thank you and am sorry You dream of joy but waking spoils the story If you are sick alas you must endure it 'T is not my fault not have I balm to cure it What 's wealth much care a marr edlife doth bring I le n'ere submit to
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