her tongue and spake no more Wiping her eyes and bending downe her head And sitting at my feete upon the stoare Which with her teares she had bewatered Then reaching forth her hand to me she sed Oh my sweet friend on thee my comfort lies Blest be the time that e'r I saw thine eyes 68. As by the hand thou raisest me from ground With that she rose and looked in my face And sounding of my heart that was unsound Didst by thy meanes assisted with Gods grace Awaken me and let me know my case So fall not backe but let thy constant love Rowse up my thoughts to raise them up above 69. Speake wilt thou tell me what thou dost intend Thou know'st my purpose let me now know thine Wilt thou continue unto me a friend Thou seem'st to tender this poore soule of mine Dost thou unto my future good encline Boldly goe on leave not the worke undone Finish the thing thou hast so well begun 70. This said she paus'd againe and stopt her voice Earnestly looking when I would replie Her sweete sad lookes did make my heart rejoice Seeing her sorrow was so heavenlie And from a heart voide of all fallacie And noteing thus how her desire was bent I made this answer without complement 71. I see Amanda what I joy to see And what I did desire I might behold I hope thou dost not meane to flatter me And seeme to make that hot which is but cold And so make Brasse to shine like perfect Gold I doubt not but thy manners are refin'd And being melted will be better coin'd 72 I trust thy sorrow is a reall sadnesse By thy foule life and mortall sinnes procured And then that sorrow breeds in me such gladnesse To thinke that grace is in that heart immured Which hath so many unto vice allured That all the powers I have with free consent Shall be applied to further thy intent 73. By a free gift unmerited from any Had I receiv'd a thousand pounds in Gold Titles of honour priviledges many And faithfull friends as I am minutes old With other blessings more than may be told They could not more rejoice this heart of mine Then this long-wisht conversion of thine 74. For I le assure thee I such pleasure take In this thy dolour for thy follies past That since thy sinne doth cause thy heart to ake This bitter is so sweet unto my taste That if thy sorrow with thy life doth last And thou repentest of thy wickednesse As now to me thou seem'st to doe no lesse 75. Here take my hand and with my hand my heart And what I say beleeve it to be true These eyes of mine out of mine head shall start The day that 's past shall be begun anew And things consum'd shall come againe to view Before I faile unto my utmost power To adde unto thee comfort every houre 76 Take thou no thought for clothing or for foode Nor any thing that may procure content My care shall be so much to doe thee good Both for thy soules and bodies aliment That thou shalt want nothing convenient Reforme thy life conforme thy will to mine I will informe thee in the path divine 77. Such things as are not for thy wearing fit Thy gorgeous cloathes thy jewels and the rest Leave them to me I will dispose of it And change them for thy good as I thinke best Vnto thy ranke thou shalt be neately drest In civill manner but for gay attire It must not suite at all with thy desire 78. Thy goods dispos'd of I will thee provide Of all things fit for a reformed minde A Bible and some holy bookes beside Wherein thou mayst a heavenly comfort finde I will procure thee as thou hast enjoyn'd Set formes of prayer for a contrite sinner Thou shalt not want fit for a young beginner 79. I have a mother vertuously dispos'd An ancient matron pious and devout To whom I have this my intent disclos'd And what herein at first I went about Whilst I of thy conversion was in doubt She shall receive thee with the greatest care Providing for thy lodging and thy fare 80. I have a sister much about thy yeeres A hopefull mayd religious and chast And such a one as the Almighty feares That all uncivill actions doth distaste And is with many spirituall blessings grac't She shall yeeld comforts to thee many a one And be thy loving kinde companion 81. If thou wilt heare I le read to thee each day Precepts for prayer rules for meditation If thou wilt pray I le joyne with thee to pray In private Votes or publique congregation And lead thee in the path to thy salvation And if thy pleasure thereunto inclines I will acquaint thee with profound Divines 82. I le lead thee forth to Sermons every weeke And unto common Service twice a day The most approved Preachers I will seeke That through thy eare shall to thy heart convey Such heavenly comforts that when thou dost pray Thou shalt be rapt with a divine delight Of the Almighties mercy and his might 83. If that the City doth content thee best Live in the City to thy hearts content Or if the Countrey yeeld thee better rest Vnto the Countriey life I give consent All places are alike for to repent If that the heart desires th' Almighties grace God doth accept the person not the place 84. Make thou thy peace with God by thy contrission I with thy friends will labour for thy peace Appease Gods wrath by hearty true submission I doubt not but thy Parents wrath shall cease And their fresh love shall mightily increase That aged couple all thy friends beside Will joy that in thy sinnes thou ha'dst not di'd 85. Be of good cheere and walke along with me This is no fitting place for thee to stay My mother sister and my selfe for thee Will make provision as is fit straightway We will all take thee to our charge this day For nothing but thy soule doe thou take thought We will provide thy body shall want nought 86. Tell me quoth I art thou well pleas'd with this And dost thou freely thereunto assent I am quoth she and thinke the greatest blisse Waites on me now that e'r to me was sent Thy pleasure I le attend incontinent Dispose of me as thou thinkst best to day Vnto thy will I willingly obey 87. With that I cal'd a Porter to the doore And bid him take her Boxes and her Chest Her Trunkes her Bed her Goods and all her store And bring them to my house where they should rest And to be ordred then as I thought best To which command of mine he did consent And so convei'd them thence incontinent 88. Then did I take Amanda by the hand Whilst with my tongue I made her this replie Since thou hast vow'd to be at my command Yeelding thy selfe into my custody Accepting of my offer courteously Be of good courage come along with me I le be thy safegard none
shall injure thee 89. This said we both together left the roome And I conducted her along the street Vntill I brought her to my Mothers home Whereas at doore my Sister did her meete And then my Mother did her kindly greete And entertain'd her in most courteous wise As either of them could in heart devise 90. Then did Amanda live and spend her time In holy duties reading and in prayer With griefe lamenting her fore-passed crime Till she was even brought unto the staire Through horror of her sinn of blacke despaire But of Gods speciall grace he did impart The joy of his good Spirit to her heart 91. For many good Divines did flocke unto her Applying godly comforts to her soule And greatly striving their best good to doe her Taught her so well her follies to condole And mortifie her sinnes erewhile so foule That they at length by daily information Wrought in her a good hope of her salvation 92. Then with more comfort would she pray and talke Yet pensive still of sinne she would complaine Forth of the house she seldome times would walke Vnlesse it were to Church and backe againe If she were well she would not thence abstaine Sermons and Service she did oft frequent And to no place as Church so gladly went 93. There would she listen with her best attention And pray as earnestly as any prai'd Avoiding sinne by diligent prevention And workes with faith to couple she assai'd Desires of pleasure were in her decai'd The onely path in which she striv'd to trace Was to repent for sinne and pray for grace 94. Oh how she loath'd the very name of whore And all that led a wicked wanton life Their sinfull courses she did much deplore The unmarried wench the widow and the wife As she knew many in those actions rise So she endeavour'd moving them by letter For to reclaime them and to make them better 95. No roaring youngster came within her sight Nor lustfull Prodigall did see her face Her secret friend that was her sole delight Was now forsaken and quite out of grace Whereas she lay he must not know the place Nor he nor any now must looke upon her That had before attempted her dishonour 96. Thus did she leade her life unto her death Dying to sinne and living unto grace To goodnesse wholly she did her bequeath She tooke no pleasure in her comely face Nor any evill motion did embrace But spent her time in holy contemplation To beate downe sin shame the worlds temptation 97. Two yeeres she liv'd in sound and perfect health The most reformed creature on the earth She had not much and yet desir'd no wealth Humble she was as one of meanest birth And more inclin'd to sadnesse then to mirth Vaine pratling and much talking she despises Delighting most in pious exercises 98. She did no company at all admit But modest vertuous and of good report To talke of Plaies she would not heare of it She tooke no joy in any kinde of sport Meetings at Tavernes now she car'd not for t She did not seeke for to augment her store And what she had to give she gave the poore 99. She did abandon every earthly pleasure Delighting onely in religious bookes Her godly zeale did make the heavens her treasure From thence alone she for her comfort lookes Her studie was to shun the divels hookes And all her hopes on which she did depend Was on Christs merits at her latter end 100. After two yeeres that she had lived thus She fell through griefe into a heckticke feaver The which at length did grow so dangerous That of all hopes of health it did bereave her And never left her till her life did leave her Weaker and weaker still she pin'd away And saw how nature in her did decay 101. She knew her thred of life was almost spun And with great patience tooke her visitation She did rejoyce her life so neere was done Being acquainted long with tribulation And now her heart with heavenly consolation Was so replenisht and with such delight She would not longer live if that she might 102. Her griefe grew stronger still as she grew weake Hasting apace to bring her to her end At length she did desire with me to speake Where at her bed I straight way did attend Then reaching me her hand she said my friend My onely friend thy love through heavens grace Hath-sav'd the sinfull'st soule that ever was 103. The booke thou sent'st that little Paper booke Wherein thou did'st unmask my foule offence Behold and see what true effect it tooke That booke I say did worke in me the sence Of my owne follie and my impudence I blesse the time for this thy blessed favour And blesse the Lord that blest thy good endeavour 104. And here my latest thankes to thee I give And with these thankes of mine this little Ring My houre is come I can no longer live Wear 't for my sake although a worthlesse thing I cannot recompence thy meriting My tongue doth faile goe toule the passing bell A thousand times sweet friend farewell farewell 105. This said she drew her hand into the bed The time approaching of her latest 〈◊〉 Then turning up her eyes to heav'n she sed Lord to thy hands I doe my spirit commend Then to the wall her body did she bend And with a feeble voice againe she cri'd Iesus receive my soule so she did 106. And so she did so she di'd to live And living as she did she sweetely di'd Her death to her a lasting life did give Her life before her death was mortisi'd And at her death her life beatifi'd Death vanquisht life concluding of her paine Shee liv'd to die and di'd to live againe FINIS A Meditation upon Death NOthing more wisht then wealth yet that must leave us Nothing more sweete then love that lasts not ever Nothing more kinde then friends yet they l deceive us Nothing more fast then wedlocke yet they sever The world must end all things away must fly Nothing more sure then death for all must dy More honours may be got but they 'l away More beauty may be had but t will not last More wealth may be obtain'd but t will decay More joyes may follow but those soone are past For long continuance t is in vaine to try Nothing more sure then death for all must dy Sure love must dy though rooted in the heart Sure t is that all things earthly are unstable Sure friends are pure friends yet such friends must part Sure t is that all things here are variable Nor two nor one may scape nor thou nor I Nothing more sure then death for all must dy Then let the rich no longer covet wealth Then let the proud vaile his ambitious thought Then let the sound not glory in his health Then let all dy since all must come to nought The elder sish as well as younger fry Nothing more sure then death for all must dy Death tooke away King Herod in his pride Death spar'd not Hercules for all his strength Death strooke great Alexander that he did Death long spar'd Adam yet he di'd at length The begger and the King the low the high Nothing more sure then death for all must dy For Scepters Crownes Emperiall Diadems For all the beauties that on Earth doe live For pleasures treasures jewels costly jems For all the glories that the world can give She will not spare her dart but still replie Nothing more sure then death for all must dy All from the highest to the low'st degree All Nations People Kingdomes Countries Lands All in the Earth or Aire or Sea that be All all must yeeld to her all conquering hands She wounds them all with an impartiall eye Nothing more sure then death for all must dy Must all then dy then all expect their death Must ' all things vanish Sunne and Moone and Starres Must every living creature yeeld his breath Must all things end our joyes delights and cares Yes all with an united voice doe cry Nothing more sure then death for all must dy Dy let us then but let us dy in peace Dy to our sinnes that dying we may live Dy to the world that grace may more increase Dy here to live with him that life doth give Die we must needs let wealth and pleasure ly Nothing more sure then death for all must dy FINIS Nothing More Sure Then Death For All Must Dy.
moves me to discover My will to thee then freely read it over 2. But looke not here for pleasant tales of love Nor sycophanticke speech to please thy sence No lines encomiasticke thee to move Nor oyly words of guilded eloquence My humble Muse avoyds such eminence I doe not strive to please thee yet well know I am a friend of thine and not a foe 3. My purpose is to call thee to account How thou hast wasted thy fore passed time Whether thy vertue doth thy vice surmount And how thou conquer'st passion in thy prime I must examine it in this my rime Nay start not backe nor throw it now away Thy word stands good against me thou must stay 4. Thou art arrayned and indicted here Of many impious and vile offences Vse thy best policy thy selfe to cleere They are not vaine surmises nor pretences But direct proofes apparant inferences What sayes thy conscience to it dar'st thou pleade Not guilty so thy doome to supersede 5. No no thou canst not it is too apparant The tincture that remaines upon thy name Is rooted in the marrow ther 's no warrant Can shroud thee from an ignominious shame Reproach and infamy doth blast thy fame And such a scandall hangs upon thy head As wall not be by time abolished 6. For know Amanda to thy griefe even I Have pri'd into thy secret passages And have observed with a watchfull eye Such as to thee come with Embassages And understood their private messages I know their suits and whereunto they tend And see destruction wait upon the end 7. I well perceive what thy companions are Rough roaring roysters young untamed fellowes Gallants from Court and Captaines from the warre These to thy fire of lust doe blow the bellowes Of such men I have reason to be jealous To thy bed chamber they have free accesse And revell there in beastly wantonnesse 8. Th' acquaintance that thou hast are whores bawds God dammees drunkards cheaters swearers thieves Young bold fac't Queanes and old fore-ridden Iades Such company as those thy want relieves These are thy mates thou hang'st upon their sleeves And then besides thou alwaies hast in store Thy Patronesse a Bawd thy Mayd a Whore 9. Thou think'st thou art not bad enough unlesse Thou dost invoke on God to sinke and damne thee Nor that thou canst sufficiently transgresse Because no wickednesse at all will shame thee It is thy praise thou think'st and none can blame thee To tip thy tongue with fearefull three-pil'd oathes And that they grace thee better than thy clothes 10. Familiarly thou swear'st by life and death By flesh bloud wounds heart foote and soule of God Three or foure severall times within a breath Carelesse and almost fearelesse of his rod. As if thy life would have no period It is thy grace and glory for to rore And use strange oathes unheard of heretofore 11. Hath God forbid to take his Name in vaine And thee commanded that thou shalt not sweare Dost thou despaire of mercy as did Cain That nothing will constraine thee to forbeare Hast thou within thee neyther love nor feare The reines that thou dost give unto thy will Makes thee runne headlong unto all that 's ill 12. Oh that one sinne should get another thus And thy foule lust to be the cause of all Thy oathes and actions are so odious They daily doe to Heaven for vengeance call Prevent it then in time before it fall Make peace with God before it be too late Prevent his wrath thy sinnes abominate 13. I have observ'd the wicked course thou lead'st And know the places thou doest use to haunt I see the path wherein thou dayly tread'st I heare thee proudly honest vertue taunt And of thy base and wicked actions vaunt I see the little feare of God thou hast At no time sorry for thy follies past 14. This doe I know and see it with mine eyes It is not blaz'd unto me by report I see thy Minion come in a disguise And his kinde welcome hugging of him for 't And whilst he staies debarring all resort You as neere match'd and undistinguish't twins Wallow in filthy pooles of stinking sinnes 15. I see thy wanton thy unseemely carriage And loose behaviour unto every commer More bold then wert thou links to them in marriage Spending thy youth and vigour of thy summer Sometimes with common Souldiers or a Drummer Nay if thy lust but once begin to burne A Dray man or a Porter serves thy turne 16. I see it and it makes me tell thee thus Thou art unchast alas a word too milde Thou art a strumpet and more odious Then Furies or Hobgoblins to a childe Thou art too tame by being too too wilde Thou art a Harlot or if it be more Thou art a shamelesse and a bold-fac'd Whore 17. Did not I tempt thee minding for to try And sound the depth of thy too loose condition Remember well didst thou not answer I When as that answer strooke in me contrition Sorry to see so ready a submission And no repulse at all but giving fire Vnto the fuell of a hot desire 18. I durst not thee condemne without a tryall Knowing the great uncertainety of fame I thought perchance I might have had deniall Although I greatly did not doubt the same But rather feared thou wert voide of shame And now thou hast confirmed my suspition By manifesting thy too base condition 19. This was the marke at which I level'd first And the chiefe cause to satisfie my minde Though knowing nought I did suspect the worst Conjecturing which way thou wert inclinde And now as I supposde I truely finde Here therefore I my chiefest force will bend And put in practise what I did intend 20. I thought within my selfe that if I could Worke into thy acquaintance for to know Thy secret disposition then I would Finding the same as I imagin'd tho And as I did conjecture to be so Vse the best art and policy I might To make thee a reformed convertite 21. For when I first beheld that face of thine I could not but commend the workes of nature A looke so pleasing as it were divine Of a well fashion'd and a comely feature I thought thou wert an admirable creature Adorn'd with such a presence that I saw It well deserved reverence and awe 22. O Lord thought I what pity is 't that thou And those sweete beauties should be put to sale Why should they unto every peasant bow Till they are worne out or waxed stale And their fresh colour turn'd into a pale I st not a misery that such a woman Should as a thing of nought be usde in common 23. In pity therefore of thy wretched state And meerely in compassion of that face I vow'd my best thy life to renovate And see if in thy brest there were a place That would give entertainement unto grace For doubtlesse in my heart I should condole The losse of such a body and a soule 34.
Thy lace and dressing there thou dost bestow And in a painted boxe Oh! fie for shame Thou put'st thy playster and there keep'st the same And in another likewise out of sight Thy Mallow rootes to make thy teeth looke white 47. Here likewise lies thy gorgets made of Lawne Hard by upon a nayle against the wall Doth hang thy Gownes save those that are at pawne With them thy Petty-cotes and Waste-cotes all Neere unto them because the roome 's but small Wrapt in a paper next unto thy Bever As light as thou thy selfe doth hang thy Fether. 49. Nor farre from these doth stand all in a row A box with curles and counterfeited haire Flaxen browne yellow some as black 's a Crow Iust under these doth stand thy groaning-chaire And close by it of Chamber pots a paire Then next thy bed upon another shelfe There stands a Pot of painting for thy selfe 49. By that within a glasse doth stand a Potion To cleare thy stomacke and make sweet thy breath And then a heape of bookes of thy devotion Lying upon a shelfe close underneath Which thou more think'st upon then on thy death They are not prayers of a grieved soule That with repentance doth his sinnes condole 50. But amorous Pamphlets that best likes thine eyes And Songs of love and Sonets exquisit Among these Venus and Adonis lies With Salmacis and her Hermaphrodite Pigmalion's there with his transform'd delight And many merry Comedies with this Where the Athenian Phryne acted is 51. Two casements to thy window alwaies are One of the which stands open very wide Where thou present'st thy face unmaskt and bare And if by chance thou hast a gallant ey'de Passing the street that hath not thee espi'de Thou hast a tricke which thou wilt seldome spare To give him notice that thou standest there 52. For with a clap thou pull'st the casement too That he may cast his eye up to the place With tother hand thou dost the next undoe And there againe present'st to him thy face And looking on him with a smiling grace Thou let'st the gallant thereby understand That thou art at his service and command 53. Betweene those casements hangs a Christ all glasse Closde in a case Embosted faire with Gold Where thou dost oft view and review thy face Spending whole houres thy picture to behold Setting thy lookes the best way to be sold. So turning round about and walking then Once through the roome com'st to the glasse agen 54. By this time there is something sits awry One locke is bigger then the other is That hangs too farre backe this too neere thine eye The pin upon thy band is set amisse Thy lace worne so is hansomer then this Then thus it must be and then thus and thus That Pendent's darke this more perspicuous 55. Thy swelling-brests are not display'd enough Pull them up higher set thy dressing lower Those strippings sute farre better with a Ruffe Tother is layd aside this used more Thy Crossecloth is not pinned right before Thus with thy tiffing trimming and thy mending Thou spend'st whole houres together without ending 56. The Mistris of the house where thou dost lie Hath formerly beene of the selfe-same trade One that long since hath sold her honesty And now is turn'd from Whore unto a Bawd And of a helding is become a Iade She tels thee how thou should'st thy selfe demeane And act the part of an audacious Queane 57. Two servants to attend thy lawlesse lust As Ministers of thy ungodly course Are never wanting by the which thou must Fill the defects of thy decaying purse And make the wicked to become more worse With thee and for thee these doe use to wander One as a Pimpe the other as a Pander 58. Beside thy Pimpe thy Pander and thy Bawd To make thee a compleate and perfect whore As necessary members to thy trade To helpe thee at thy need thou keep'st in store Some well approu'd Physitian evermore As his assistants lest thou should'st miscarry Thou hast a Surgeon and Apothecary 59. Thy Doctor he to keepe thy body cleane Begins at first with his preparatives To make of thee a sound and wholesome queane And then his purgatives and his restoratives And afterwards with his preservatives Who for thy Iulips Potions Glisters Pils To thy Apothecary sends his bils 60. Directed thus by thy Physitian He must accordingly prepare them all And then comes to thee with his composition And brings thee Ielleys with a Cordiall And other potions diureticall And as he tooke direction how to make them So he must now enforme thee how to take them 61. The Surgeon too must his attendance give With all such instruments as fits his art Without his needfull helpe thou canst not live To thy polluted corps he must impart His chiefest skill to keepe thee sound at heart His seringe and his cerecloths and his patches Must be applyed to thy sores and aches 62. The places thou dost usually frequent Is to some Play-house in an afternoone And for no other meaning and intent But to get company to sup with soone More changeable and wavering then the Moone And with thy wanton lookes attracting to thee The amorous spectators for to wooe thee 63. Thether thou com'st in severall formes and shapes To make thee still a stranger to the place And traine new lovers like young Birds to scrapes And by thy habit so to change thy face At this time plaine too morrow all in lace Now in the richest colours may be had The next day all in mourning blacke and sad 64. In a Stuffe Wastcote and a Peticote Like to a chamber-mayd thou com'st to day The next day after thou dost change thy note Then like a conntrey wench thou com'st in gray And sittest like a stranger at the Play The morrow after that thou comest then In the neate habit of a Citizen 65. The next time rushing in thy Silken weeds Embroyder'd lac't perfum'd in glittering show So that thy lookes an admiration breeds Rich like a Lady and attended so As brave as any Countesse dost thou goe Thus Proteus-like strange shapes thou ventrest on And changest hue with the Cameleon 66. The Play once ended to some Taverne neere Thou and thy Copes-mates presently resort Where the best Wine and the most costly cheere Must be provided in the neatest sort For thy choyce pallat else thou car'st not for 't And when thou hast it yet thou canst not eate Without a noyse of Fidlers to thy meate 67. There dost thou spend thy time till almost day In drinking dancing and in beastly riot And never think'st it time to goe away Vntill some quarrell makes the house unquiet Or a large bill affrights thee for thy dyet The night thus spent and mornings neere approach Sends thee home tumbling in a tottering Coach 68. Thy new acquaintance brings thee to the dore Of thy close lodging in some private place To know the house that ne'r was there before And staying with thee but
as thou hast not wit to guide thy selfe Nor carefully to thine owne body see But of thy selfe so wastefully art free Such as respect not credit nor good name Are to all goodnes a reproach and shame 91. Dost thou thinke foule to live by honest paine When t is esteem'd a commendable thing Many thereby a vertuous name doe gaine And to themselves deserved honour bring Yet thou delight'st so much in wantoning Thou leavest God to waite upon the divell And art asham'd of goodnes not of evill 92. Be not asham'd of that deserv's no shame But shame to doe what brings a shamefull end Be thou asham'd with shame to staine thy name And shamefully thy honour to mispend Such shame a shamefull punishment will send And as thou shamelesse of all shame dost live So death to thee a shamefull end will give 93. Thou dar'st not publiquely be seene abroad For feare thy cloathes be pluckt from off thy backe But keep'st thy chamber with thy Pimpe and Bawd For if thou walk'st the streets thou shalt not lacke Such as will make thy bravery goe to wracke Close stooles durt chamber-pots shall wash thy clothes For thy foule life that stinkes as bad as those 94. One comes and cries alowd there goes a whore A Bridewell baggage that deserves the lash Oh hang her queane she makes a thousand poore T is pity there should live such filthy trash To weare good cloathes and swagger thus in slash Pull off her Plush disrobe her of her gowne And into Kennell thrust the Strumpet downe 95. Thus shouting and out-crying they abuse thee If that thou shew'st thy selfe in open Streete And thinke it no dishonour to misuse thee And if thy best acquaintance doth thee meet He passeth by ashamed thee to greete Knowing it is a blemish to his name To be seene speaking to so bace a dame 96. That makes thee like an Owle come forth by night And steale into a Taverne in the darke Because thou dar'st not to be seene by light And fearing then that some thy waies doe marke Thou tremblest if thou heare a dog but barke The day to some doth fly away too fast Thou reckon'st it the greatest foe thou hast 97. Oh! how a Constable will make thee start And runne into a corner for to shun him A Beedle puts such feare into thy heart That thou can'st make thy feete strive to out runne him As if thou hadst beene she that had undone him As children love the Beares of Paris-garden So dost thou like the sight of a Church-warden 98. Bridewell expects thee for to beate some Hempe And Middleton doth want thee for his cart The Compters will not yeeld thou art exempt From their command but that they claime a part And share in thee and ought not thence to start The Marshals of the City and the Court Must play with thee in earnest not in sport 99. Dost thou not blush Amanda tell me true To see thy selfe as in a mirrour here I call thee by such names as are thy due And speake the simple truth without all feare Nor can I any longer thee forbeare Reade farther yet and looke thou well unto it The pity I have on thee makes me doe it 100. How many severall waies wilt thou devise To make that faire which is but foule deceit Why dost thou cast such glances with thine eyes T is but to draw the Fish unto the baite Thy golden Apples are but counterfeit Thy teares thy sighes thy smiles thy pensive passion Are borrowed showes and meere dissimulation 101. As a hot blast before a hasty showre So are thy pleasing and enamouring smiles Thy voyce Hiena-like is to devoure Thy sweete alluring songs are Syrens wiles Thy teares are but the teares of Crocodiles Eyes of a Basiliske a Panthers breath A Tigers heart intending nought but death 102. Thou art a Serpent in a Christall brooke A poyson'd Potion in a Cup of Gold A Magicke spell within a golden booke A painted Sepulcher of bones and mould Bitter in taste though glorious to behold Thy wolvish throat for guiltlesse Lambs doth gape And play'st the devill in an Angels shape 103. Drone like from painefull Bee thou suck'st the honey Moth like thou cloath'st and feed'st on others spoyle Canker-like eating and consuming money Grashopper-like thou sing'st whilst others toyle And like a Caterpiller liv'st the while Like leprosies thou art or scabs or tetters Or the blacke Crosse before the row of Letters 104. Thy glorious clothing and thy glittering show Thy gorgeous dressing and thy painted face Makes thee admir'd of them that doe not know The seeming substance of a fained grace But oh within that heart there is no place For vertues harbour nor of sinne no sence But balefull lust and stinking impudence 305. How cunningly thy lover to deceive Wilt thou faine showes of sorrow and of passion For sometime in his presence thou wilt leave Thy wanton trickes and then in imitation Of a griev'd soule thereby to gaine compassion Sigh and seeme sad dejecting of thy looke As of thy life no comfort thou had'st tooke 106. Then wilt thou tell him how thou lov'st the man And that his great neglect doth make thee sad That thou must love him still doe what he can Though backe from him no love againe be had And that through passion thou art almost mad Then wilt thou kisse and hugge him in thine armes Sheding forth teares to make those teares thy charms 107. When out alas thou scarce hast seene him thrice And dost not know what honest love doth meane And then perchance forsooth thou wilt be nice And tell him thou dost scorne to be uncleane And dost abhorre the very name of queane And by thy fained seemings so to winne My dainty gallant to a deadly sinne 108. Thus ayming onely to be onely ill Thou seem'st to hate vice that thou may'st be vicious Willing to have unwillingly thy will Striving through modesty to be pernicious And hating whoredome to be meretritious Thus thy faire glosses seeme for to discover Thy cursed disposition to thy lover 109. Consider how thy guilt doth make thee fly From house to house from one Streete to another Thou dar'st not in one lodging long timelie But strive by changing place thy sinne to smother That thy lewd courses no man may discover Thou know'st full well that what thou dost is ill Yet wilt thou lose thy soule to gaine thy will 110. This moneth neere Westminster thy lodgings are The next moneth thou remov'st to Clarkenwell Within a while that chamber is to farre Then to the Strand thou backe returnst to dwell Ther 's better trading as report doth tell From thence unto the City dost thou flie And for a moneth or two thou there dost lie 111. It is not long but there is notice taken That so much company makes thee suspected And thereupon that place is straight forsaken To Shoreditch then thou go'st to be protected But there thou art not to thy minde respected And