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
and the use But left the reasons out her foule abuse Is now discover'd yet she dos deny it He 's but a knave that sayes it I defie it But being prov'd so plainly to her face And where she was she alter'd then her case Not by submission but she was more bold And told her husband sir you are too old For my young yeares you cannot give delight I like you ill by day but worle at night Age makes you senselesse just like wood or stone You take up roome but all your vigor's gone Besides you are so fretfull and so froward So hide-bound jealous dogged and untoward I cannot love you I must take my pleasure I am too quick to tarry your dull leisure You knew my mind before yet you would crave My person but my love you could not have You urg'd my friends and they prevail'd with me To give my hand my heart did ne're agree Was not your act in that as bad as this Pray pardon me then though I doe amisse He staid not to reply nor to relate How by her meanes he was unfortunate Nor of her former carriage nor that act Though her dissembling did increase the fact But he in fury open'd wide the dore And turn'd her out now she 's a licenst whore She 's knowne abroad and she willtrade with many And by degrees with sharking rogues or any That are but young she 'l freely share a stake But with no old man for her husbands sake Within the city she doth first begin To set up for her selfe and truck with fin She keeps all open and she freely can Bid welcome to the master or the man But yet she stayes not long in any place She 'l change her name and often change her face Yet now and then the prisons crave a fee They' are largely paid by such a one as she Some by her lost their credits some their health Some lost their soules I feare and all their wealth Men were bewitcht by this deluding sinner And when she found her hel-black troop came thinner She left the city walls though there 't was fading She thought the skirts would yeeld her constant trading When she had found a guest that pleas'd her eye She never left him till sh 'had drawne him dry But walking by her selfe two sparks did dog her And one of them was but a petty-fogger Of true-bred whore-masters he had the straine H 'had shamelesse speech his nose was dy'd in graine He wanted wit and money but his hope Because he had relation to the Pope He should be fortunate and welcome to her And any friendly office he can do her Put coyne aside she shall command him still All that he craves is only her good will That he may wait upon her to a minut He 'll do her service she may trust him in it She entertaines this servant of renowne But with his Mistris he 's familiar growne And very inward yet if you had spi'd him You would have thought the Hospitall had fri'd him Pretending businesse at her chamber late And e're she rose they two must lye and prate What else they did at any time or place I 'll leave it on the score time will not race The shame away they all the debt must pay Or here below or at the Iudgement day This letcherous Trull is carelesse of her name Forgets her soule and makes a jest at shame She has her choyce of Rascals 'mong the rest One season'd whore-master doth like her best He 's very brave although he be not rich His colour 's like to carrion in a ditch His life doth stink as bad he had a wife But whilst she liv'd she had a begging life He spends his meanes and time to keepe this whore And for her sake he 'll make his children poore His friends forsake him he is led by sense He 's scorn'd of all men that 's his recompence The Cancars make him vex 't is worst of all They visit him at every spring and fall They search within and creepe up in their kinde To seize upon his eyes and make him blinde This quean doth carry 't smoothly with her tongue She does deceive men modest looks among Are mixt with her deceits and with the best She strives to dwell and make her whorish nest And goes in modest habit none can know But that she 's honest by the outward show With whores 't is growne in fashion in our times With seeming modestie to hide their crimes Where ere she comes her promises are large If custome faile she cannot pay the charge If she be forc'd her lodging to remove They must beleeve she 'll leave her emptie love Behinde in pawne this pawne is cheape and ill But if she pay not they must keepe it still Long she continu'd in this shamefull course No alteration but from bad to worse The old man tries all meanes to change her minde All is but labour lost nor can he finde Content without her he his time had past With discontent Death darted him at last And now she 's joviall all her debts she 'll pay If they can get 'em when he 's cloath'd in clay To time I 'll leave her she must take her turne By death e're long Now he 's laid in his urne His Epitaph THis Seignior sold his joy to please his lust He did repent on 't when his heat was quenchs Time judg'd it fitter he should match with dust When he with brinish sorrow had been drencht Dame Nature envies all unequall matches Death for his fault doth keepe him under hatches SECT 29. Of a proud stately Harlot raised by her sin how she rain'd divers and of many passages in the prosecution of it THe gallant whore who goes in rich aray Turns day to night the night she 'll turn to day Although at first her breeding was but base Sprouts as a branch from some Imformers race Being somewhat handsome in her blushing prime She thinks it best to make use of her time Some braying Asse that can but use his tongue He 'll complement they being both but young Are soone be witcht with one anothers faces Then for their ends they have their meeting places Till at the last this Asse had shed his coat His braying alters to a mourning note The Sergeants Bailiffs do encrease his feares Poore Asse at last doth prick or shake his eares And thinks his heelcs are better than his hands He whips away into the Netherlands This Queane adornes her like a modest Maid Alas another is by her betray'd Now she being cunning will not serve his lust His fire burnes and marrie her he must A little while they do in pleasure swim At last he findes she made an Oxe of him He then complain'd Alas what did I meane To marrie thus an over-ridden queane His way of trading he doth quite neglect His Creditors will give him no respect His stock 's confirm'd his credit all is lost Poore simple man he with this whore
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
I. SECT 9. A fruitlesse dehortation of a friend to one that was undone by a whore A carelesse gallant having quite undone Himselfe his wife and morgag'd from his sonne His house and lands did meet upon a day A faithfull friend who thus to him did say You keep a whore unto your great disgrace Who hath or will undo you and your race Have cause to curse you leave these whores who have For all your cost provided you a grave You call her sister can a whore love any But for their gold and so she may love many Leave her betime or in the Dooms-day book You 'l finde your name of all the world forsook This speaking for the present seem'd to change His minde clean from this whore 't is very strange He needs must see her face and he are her tongue Then he repents he staid from her so long He makes a new agreement with this whore And is engaged stronger than before To please her mind with fury he will stammer Raile at his friend that would diswade him from her The evill spirit takes on him more hold Nor will he trust him though he 's weake and old Oh! pitty him that for a vaine delight Hazards his soule to everlasting night SECT 10. A fight betwixt two Pimps A Pimp went strutting fearing not a fray Being very brave for 't was a gawdy day Another met him who did much disgrace him For he was vext 't was he that did displace him Sharp words by grosse past those that then did heare them Did say'twas strange that flesh blood could bear them But gawdy Pimp being urg'd his sword was drawn But being rusty newly come from pawn He could not use it and his hand did shake His heart for feare made all his body quake The other got the scabert being tough Struck solid blows poore Whiskin had enough Perhaps his blade was short or very weake Or else being brittle was affraid 't would break Or else being borrow'd would not put him to 't Or else he promis'd that he would not do 't Or otherwise I must conclude from hence The hilt was open ill for his defence Or being cautious so 't was very good He was affraid to spill a subjects blood But by and by he spy'd his pistoll-gun Then he grew valiant quickly made him run But how I pray I 'de tell you but for laughter He ran away the other he ran after As was his raiment worth more than his lands So were his heels preferr'd before his hands SECT 11. A heape of Vassalls pleading for precedencis and priority one against the other Crue assembled where I know not well They came as from or travelling towards hell Who should be first and chiefe of all the rout Was then the point they did contend about Whore The whore speaks first her argument doth tend To prove her calling lawfull and the end Will make it good 't is honest downright dealing To use my taile to keep my hands from stealing I trade in love the price I never make What men doe give that I may freely take I do maintaine you all your sweetned gaines Sprung from the blood which runs along my veines What custome ere comes in is brought by me Why should not I be first and chieflly free Of this assembly crums to feed a mouse Would not be found nor brooms to sweep the house Were 't not for me pray give me then my due Speak what you think what ere I say is true Pimp Be not so confident although my place Be to attend 't is that sets a grace Vpon you all I walk along the street So spruce and boldly powder'd very sweet Cocking my beaver looking bigg withall The gallants that I meet give me the wall When any come I give 'em such content That they are won with some fine complement My comely presence brings in many a guest Besides acquaintance who above the rest Are beneficiall this is no mistake What ere they spond ' is chiefly for my sake Why should not I then be preferr'd as chiefe Se'ing by my meanes comes in the most reliefe Pan. Thou prating coxcombe what dost think that I Am underling to thee we 'l quickly try Which is most usefull I am put in trust With all their secrets reason saith I must Be overseer still I keep the dore And let them in and out and which is more I sute the wenches to their owne complexions If I but speak they all take my directions My wit dos often gaine a double fee I stay at home to make an asse of thee I 'm not so fine in deed but more I thrive Where thou dost get a testar I get five The custome soone would faile if I go hence Why should not I have the preheminence Bawd Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I laugh to heare these fooles they dominere Alas they know their gaines and being here Depends upon my love they make their boast Of this and that 't is I that rules the rost The house is mine the furniture I bought But yet I see much like a thing of nought They value me they might have beg'd ere this I took them in least they should doe amisse Although the whore be handsome she had never Been thus preferr'd had I not us'd endeavour To clothe and set her out nor had she been But like a novice in this veniall sin The Pimp was very poore till I did raise him And sor his comely parts 'las who did praise him Till I had trim'd him now he 's grow ne so proud He 'd faine be master but he 's not allow'd Priority the pander is as bad He would usurpe the place he never had He has the vailes belonging to his place Which puffes him up I see his ends are base He 'd set himselfe aloft and then he 'd raigne Much like a Demi-god and all my traine Must follow his advise but soft and faire His words being spoke were soone dissolv'd to ayre I spent my time to learne when I was yong This way of living having us'd it long Age made me weak and then I entertain'd Those that did love that way and still I gain'd Experience in 't you cannot but agree That I am chiefe yo' are servants all to me Prodigall Here 's much adoe and yet but little wir Amongst you all I can no longer sit To heare your simple prating I am he That every one of you would seeme to be Words only make a sound but 't is my gold That claimes priority and takes fast hold Vpon the chiefest place yo'uld quickly make Your wants break forth should I the house forsake I pay the whore and give the Pimp his fee I give the pander coyne the bawd may see Her comings in comes only from my hand You have nor money house nor food nor land To succour you nor any way to thrive But with my purse I keep you all alive I send in meat and divers sorts of wine I sold
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
ran about And suddenly put all the candles out Then every man laid hold upon a Nunne Which with consent did into corners runne But in this Night-prize one among the rest Applauds his fortune he had catcht the best But walking in the dark o' th' sudden mist her And when she spoke he knew it was his sister Then he cry'd out ho some one change with me I 've light upon my sister she will be For any but my selfe Sin all they did But Fame was mov'd and would not have it hid A shamefull visit hatefull love is showne Sin death and helldo ever loath their owne Societies of sin mask'd with a show Of strict devotion next to hell we know Do take their ranks for barren showes are curst A'nd hypocrites are of all people worst How hatefull's that profession that restraines Virgins from marriage when their swelling veines Breake into law lesse lusts their acts are vilde The father 's robb'd thus of his hopefull childe And Priories when they receiv'd their rent Engag'd the yeoman else they 'd have 'em shent To bring a virgin faire and in her prime That they might keepe her untill such a time Then turne her out with shame this they thought good 'T was not for lust ' was but to purge their blood They are the bane of people where they dwell They make such houses Nurseries for hell SECT 16. Of a Letcher and how the Devill assum'd the shape of a Malesactresse that had been hang'd and lay with him Dr. Stroza Cigognu nobilis Vinetinus Theologus Philosophus Lib. de magia omnifaria c. A Wanton man if I a man may call him Engag'd to lust shame did at last be fall him In whoredome drunkennesse he spent his time His lodging suted to his loathsome crime But walking all alone along the street Being very dark he did a woman meet And heard her mutt'ring as she went along Complaining of her husband and the wrong That she receiv'd how she was much abus'd Turn'd out of doores and how her friends were us'd This lustfull Ape thinks he has got a prey Pities her case and thus to her did say Faire mistresse walk with me and you shall have A lodging to your minde I only crave Your love for rent 't is cheape although't be best Accept this kindnesse you shall be my guest Small courtship serv'd away with him she went To what he did desire she gave consent And when he had beheld her in the light Found her exceeding faire oh how her sight Did ravish him both in a bed they lay Where they did spend some time but when the day Broke in upon them all delights were past He turn'd about for she had breath'd her last Her corps lay by him cold as any stone He felt her carkasse but her life was gone Then feare and shame possest his raving minde He call'd the Bawd nor he nor she can finde The cause of this her death they 're much dismay'd Nor can they hide what sin hath now bewray'd The neighbors heard it and came running in They knew her face she suffer'd for her sin The sentence of the Law death was her paine But yet the Devill took her up againe To do more work with policies to strive Al hough she serv'd him all her time alive But Succuba is gone left sin and shame Vpon the score to blast this villains name She 's buried once againe she 'll rise no more To case the Devill or to turne a whore But now this Letcher findes his fact is knowne His hope his name his credit 's overthrowne How Gentlemen his company did shun How every one that knew what he had done Abhorr'd his sight his friends as all amaz'd With feare and shame they strangely on him gaz'd And how the guilt did call upon his crime To make his name the by-word of the time Griefe seiz'd upon him shame did make him sad His lust was tam'd although his minde was mad In this forlorne estate he liv'd a space But dying still he striv'd to hide his face From all the world the place where he doth dwell Doth paint out flames and represent a hell The flesh that feedshim doth commence a suit Against him too eats like forbidden fruit What 's blest is curst to him he spies a fish And thinks he has a Scorpion in his dish H s drink doth change its nature by his fin 'T will not asswage his scalding heat within He hates his gold and envies his apparrell And every day he strives to pick a quarrell With what he doth possesse 't will help to burne him In his conceit nor can disswasions turne him I' th' night he thinks his bed-fellow doth drive The Furies cry Take him away alive He 's to himselfe and all things else a slave But suddenly he dropt downe to his grave All cry'd that saw him lying on the brim Let Incubus ne're enter into him His Epitaph THis man did live like a lascivious Ape Spending his strength in sensuall lust and pleasure The Devill did assume a fellowes shape To humour him and gives his lust full measure The grave 's his bawd the devill was his whore H' has now enough that nere was cloyd before SECT 17. Of a North-countrey mans meeting a trull and how they were drunk together his complaint WIthin the Northern parts near Neptun's plains Where Thetis us'd to feed her frisking trains Thin Boreas with his breath did charme the flood Envy'd the dwellers there and cool'd their blood The soile was barren too the men grew poore They wrought and eat to live but eat no more Than Nature crav'd withall 't was not so ill Some fill'd themselves some did their purses fill But one among them having store of gold Resolv'd to ride a journey from the cold And in the South awhile he did abide He had a feeling in the case beside And being there his blood began to thaw His lust arose and sought against the law He of his sinns did make himselfe a sword And judg'd the law to be an empty word He meets a whore she smil'd to him she spoke Then he reply'd and thus his mind he broke Kaind lovin mastresse Feath aies be tak-en wee thee vary face Gee mee thee hond aies kee'st o sick a grace Tha hast at eance ceame let mee clap mine arme About thee middell thare is mickle charme Geine from theene eyes in 't I con freelee ha Mine weell of thee an minit ist a da. Benison leeght on thee Iles gee thee wine Sa mack I love tha ceame troth thee beest mine Away they went together what they did 'Cause 't was a stranger let that fault be hid He having staid till midnight with that punk Then out they reel'd together both being drunk The watchmen found'em but the cunning whore Gave them the slip another watch before Perceiv'd a running post catcht her at last Put her in Bridewell there she 's bolted fast And for the countrey-man his
carelesse he would never spare But laid it on for this who can but see That whores are knowne the costli'st beasts that bee Much thus he spent and oft he was suppli'd But of his will he was at last deni'd His father found all was but throwne away The more he had the more he went astray He to reclaime him striv'd to keep him shorter It chang'd him not but put his minde to torture Advice instructions promises to wooe him The likely danger put he oft unto him Then threatning him that for his fowle demerit He 'd cast him off and would him disinherit All would not serve he is so far from mending That he 's more vile though not so much in spending But tender-hearted parents needs must love The childe though bad their bowels still'did move Though he was shamelesse sin did never grieve him Yet still his father could not but relieve him He 'd often cry out This unhappy Boy Hath sham'd my glory and o'rethrowne my joy I am in doubt if I his part should take I shall be deem'd as guiltie for his sake If I neglect him though he be so vilde I shall be censur'd too he is my childe My griefe is great yet all my hope 's not past Though he goes far yet he may turne at last How should I joy to see him turne and thrive I 'd think my selfe the happiest man alive My hope dies now while I fresh hopes would borrow Feare threatens mee to aggravate my sorrow This Russian values not as it appeares His fathers mourning nor his mothers teares Nor weeping of his sister nor his brother Nor yet the counsell of his friends nor other But such as are like-minded with him they He 'll hug although they take him as a prey His Comrades are such Roarers you may well Think they were newly vomited from hell For like a gallant of great Pluto's Court With borrow'd language one must make him sport Although he be a bird fit for a cage Yet if he can but parrat on the stage He 's now a Gentleman th' other can coyne New oaths and sweare This oath at first was mine He sweares in foūo domineering in 't Hell would elect him Master of the Mint Give him the wall or else he 'll draw or stab He 's made an Vsher to a painted Drab His wealth hangs on his back let 's have no mocks His riches lye in his Tobacco-box He 's valiant pitie 't is he wants a sword The Gentleman must buy or passe his word To furnish him and then he 'll brag and boast And hack and hew as mad Tom did the post His clothes are all put into Taylors books He 'll hardly pay I ghesse it by his looks The Taverne is the place where he 'll abide His sword doth hang so neatly by his side He looks upon 't it joyes him at the heart Then knocks cries Rogue bring the other quart But has no coyne it is enough that he Vouchsafe to grace them with his companie Then having paid and drank a round carouse They went to revell in a bawdy house As'twas suppos'd but there they fell at strife The Gentleman 't was thought did keep his wife And he consented to 't but who can tell Whether or no but this all was not well The wine did work which stirr'd up angry words From words to blows and having drawn their swords The quarrell grew so hot and so it past Betweene them all that it fell out at last This gallant there was slaine a little wound Spoyl'd his delight and brought him to the ground A fearfull thing but e'rehe lost his breath He struggeld much with that grim Tyrant Death Confest his faults but when his friends came in Shame forc'd him thus to aggravate his sin Alas my sorrow cannot be exprest A hell a hell is gendred in my brest My hatefull sins have brought me to this case And every one seemes with a Devils face I liv'd a beast O! that I might so dye I wish in vaine worse than a beast am I I scorn'd advice now I am scorn'd of all The world may now rejoyce to see my fall My soule is sunk it must go who knows whither I 'd live yet dye and yet I would do neither My heat encreast though I did often drench it But now I finde my blood alone will quench it Reproach for ever seizeth on my name And for my sake my friends must beare the shame How short are vaine delights how soone they 're gone They shew content but yet they give us none Vnseason'd pleasures what is 't that they bring But guilt they passe and beare a dreadfull sting Which time will ne're weare out Alas this story Is but a catalogue of painted glory I pleas'd my selfe with sensuall things and lies I took for truth all good I did despise I see my folly how am I too blame These curst contents have but a rotten name Thou great Preserver of the soules of men Shew mercie on me and thy praises then Shall be declar'd by all that know thy love And I shall blesse thee with thy Saints above Vile world adieu O heavens take my breath And snatch my soule out of the jawes of death Thus spoke he ended all his breath was spent Death seiz'd on him and clos'd him in his tent To shew the case his body then was in The consequent of his precedent sin I now forbeare I 'll give you leave to think What whores do bring with great excesse of drink His friends lament him how their teares do fall They 'll all be spent before the funerall His mother chiefly layes to heart this crosse With brinish teares she thus bewailes her losse O heavens how hath this black horrid fate Made such a blessing so unfortunate Had he but di'd an infant or my womb That brought him forth had been his senslesse tomb Both had been happie how had I been blest For in my grave I had been left at rest But now I am tormented this my sorrow Vntill death come will never finde a morrow I see on hopes the more I set my minde The lesse of comfort I am like to finde Who had more hopes than I had of a son Who hath lesse joy alas I am undone Is this a token given by a friend To bring my boy to an untimely end More she had spoke but being discontented Griefe call'd for teares and so she was prevented The Cause of this his death how he was slaine Whose fact it was all 's evident and plaine who 'd stand upon 't the Sessions would decide it But that I think they have already tri'd it He 's coffin'd up now this is all I crave Provide some teares and drop them on his grave I would not beg but that his friends have none Yet in a week they 'l pay you ten for one Grave now receive him I 've discharg'd my trust Conceale his name and cover him with dust His Epitaph HEre lies a
of money by 't he did not crave A portion but her love he aym'd at most She in his riches he in her would boast They sum'd up all for they had many ends She being rais'd she might preferre her friends They use perswasions arguments to move her With promises and how the man would love her But threatning was the burden of the song She blusht she wept and yet she held her tongue But discontented to her selfe she said In what a case am I I am afraid I shall be lost for ever I had rather Displease my selfe than move and vexe my father One I must do I shall be counted vilde If he refuse to own me for his childe Nor will he give me meanes I shall be poore And if I beg my bread from dore to dore who 'l pitty me if I this old man take His wealth can never restitution make To my afficted mind how shall I do To ease my heart and please my father too His age will shame my youth how shall I meet My old acquaintance as I walke the street Without a blush his wrinkled flesh his breath Will be to me as similies of death Oh who would match yong blood with parched dust Or marrow with dri'd bones alas I must Time bring my doome that 's all the hope I have That I shall lay him quickly in his grave So she submits and now her Fathers pleas'd The match is made the Seigniors minde is eas'd But she is griev'd her grieving is in vaine For 't is too late to ease her of her paine My Muse was charg'd I 'm loth that she should stray To bid the guests against the wedding day Nor shew th' apparrell that they did provide To fit the Bridegroome and his lovely Bride The preparation for the marriage feast What company who was the chiefest guest What mirth they rais'd yet how the Bride was sad What plate was there th' attendance that they had Nor of the Musique how they plaid and sung And bore their parts or how the bels were rung What they agreed their walking after dinner Their merrie tales or who was the beginner Nor how they supt the possets at the last How he rejoyc'd when once the day was past Or how the Bride was loat'h to go to bed She was not jealous of her maiden-head How she desired that her friends would stay How he thought long before they went away With sundry other things if I rehearse They 'ld rob me of my time and stuffe my verse Black Morpheus cover'd them old Time did place'em But Hymen being angry would not grace'em Dame Nature 's vext at those that made the match Her choler 's turn'd to craft and she does watch To do 'em a mischiefe she the marriage curst She scorn'd to come to 't though sh'was bid at first The Fates are bent against him in their rage They 'll graft his head then bring him on the stage They had been married but a little space Ere he grew jealous and he did disgrace Her in his carriage he did mind the earth And dig'd for gold she pleasure lov'd and mirth He was so harsh to her and did deny Her things convenient he was in her eye Slighted as much for he was froward mad And fear'd h 'had lost that love he never had His fire is quickly quencht but there 's a flame Of lust in her nor can he quench the same He 's growing downward she is rising still He 'd keep her in but she will have her will She cals for money but he keeps her short And sitting by her selfe being all amort Thus she complaines oh how am I distrest Vndone for ever and my mind 's opprest Had death but married me I had not seene These dayes of griese or matcht with age and spleen Oh! that my tender flesh my blood and bones Were rak'd in earth and coverd o're with stones I should be freed from this cold peice of lead That chils my flesh lyes by me in my bed Oh! who would suffer such a thing but I My temper 's hot and moist he 's cold and dry Why should I spend my youthfull dayes in sorrow Or stay death's leisure waiting for a morrow Shall I alive be pen'd up in my grave Mewd up at home to please this hide-bound slave I 'le never do 't Lycurgus made a law To break such matches and to keep in awe Such jealous fooles wise Solon did consent That woman which at home had no content Might have some other friend should freely do Without controwle what she consented to What pitie 't is these Lawes are out of date That could not chuse but be a happie State This help I have I know he is precise Though he be craftie I will be as wise I 'll be so too I 'll go to Church nay more I 'll read I 'll pray I 'll seeme to go before The strictest of them many things I 'll do Lift up mine eyes both lye and flatter too He 'll ne're distrust me then I shall be knowne I 'll get acquaintance and I 'll use mine owne Nature hath made me perfect I was borne To please my selfe and give this Churle the horne I shall have gold enough love and delight When men of worth take pleasure in my sight This hypocrite is troubled in her minde Dissembles cleanly if he will be kinde And let her go that she may comfort take Sh' has sworne to turne a Convert for his sake He 's glad these times to her he will allow He does not doubt but she 's a Convert now She 's mann'd along she 's gone he does not feare To see and to be seene but not to heare When she comes home she is so griev'd for sin She cannot tell the text but she 'll begin To change her life 't is true you may believe her She has not sinn'd enough and that doth grieve her She 's provident she 'll doe the best she can To bring her minde to go without a man She 'd seeme to go to Church but mist the dore Because her minde was bent to play the whore Her customers kept touch nor did she stay But Sermon-time a game and so away Her forward zeale did please the old mans minde Although it burn'd amisse he could not finde Out her deceit before the bells had rung She 'd still be gone and staying somewhat long At last he did mistrust and sent a spye Who being cunning with a watchfull eye Found out her tract and took her in the lurch For of a bawdy-house she made her Church This news being brought oh how this man lamented His passion stopt his mouth so discontented His griefe 's to great to be exprest with tongue Or melted into teares shame's mixt among When she came home poore whore she had no doubt That he mistrusted or had found her out She seem'd to be much taken with the preacher And for the sermons sake she prais'd the teacher She could rehearse the doctrine
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
house being dispossest yet still his griefe Swell'd o're the brink nor could he find reliefe In this distresse yet secretly he groan'd With trickling teares thus he his case bemoan'd Time stand'st thou still shake shake thy sand apace Drive on with fury I may end my race Grant me this boone and place will then agree Or let me know my date of misery Will Sea nor Land nor person end my strife Nor Fowle nor Beast of prey once take my life I cannot call it pitty no 't is spleene To let me ling er thus my sorrow 's seene Yet not lamented Death is growne a stranger If he 'd come once I should be quit from danger Death armethy self with strength 't is but a blow The gentle grave hath made my bed below I feare tho' art brib'd my adversaries may Have time to laugh ere thou tak'st me away Am I not worth a strok or am I growne Tco stale a bit for thee to swallow downe I must be thine come ease me of this curse The longer here I live I am the worse My suing makes thee coy to shew thy face But those that seek thee not thou dost imbrace They dye but once but every day a death Thou hast for me yet still I draw my breath I dye with grief but this I truly find Th'more deaths I dye the more there are behind Dying I went and dying I came hither Strike not so oft but do it altogether Thus said he stopt grief did arrest his tongue Blame not my Muse for staying by ' imsolong SECT 47. Of a man that fell to decay in the World through his excesse and how his wife turn'd Hackney and he a Pander A Man that carried breadth to raise his name Time made him drop quite from the wings of fame He led the world awhile and made a dust Some think because he did the Courtiers trust Made him stand by in time a good estate Was lent and spent he liv'd at such a rate That men admired and he had a wife For diet and apparell was at strife T' exceed her betters she must have a fanne Her gownes of silk her costly rings her man To wait upon her in this lofty straine She laid it on nor did she mind the maine Of alteration she did never think She 'd have her will her purse still full of chink She had a beauty she too well did know it She scornes to keep it up in love she 'l shew it Vnto the world and some for gold may use it Should she be nigardly she must abuse it As she conceives she keeps her private trading To help at need her husbands trade is fading Nature she thinks is faine to take direction To limb her parts and work by her complexion Now he is urg'd to pay what he doth owe Creditors come thick debts come in but slowe He strives a time with all that he can doe He cannot chuse but he must break in two His shop 's shut up goods gone but where 's the man He 's stept aside but find him if you can Let time betray him I will ne're reveale him My Teltale Muse is bound now to conceale him To sum up what he ow'd is but in vaine Vnlesse there were some hopes the debts to gaine Or shew the parcels or to name the men He ow'd it to they 'l never trust agen Or of their meetings how they cur'st such debtors And how they vow'd to put his shanks in fetters If ere they catcht him how they went about To sue the Statute of a Bankrupt out What debts were due to him how few were good How those lamented that engaged stood For such as he how he at last was found Or how he offer'd eighteen pence i' th' pound The time he lay in prison or the need That he was in how they at last agreed How he was chang'd the creepers that he had Or how his mind was ev'ry whit as bad How he was sleighted now he was so poore And how he scorned every man before I 'le passe them all my Muse was going hence She 's turn'd agen to make you recompence Now in this time his wife hath found a way That they may live as merry as the day If he 'l consent her beauty hath been seene By one of note and like a demy-queene He do's respect her she is come to know Her worth at large nor will she look so low As he hath done now time hath blaz'd her fame She 'l venter broken ware and trade with shame Vpon returne she runs her taile ashore Yet deals by retaile as she did before There 's one will venture with her that hath try'd How she will truck he will not be deny'd If he can get the cuckold to consent And keepe the doore he 'l give him good content He shall not break agen nor ever be Constrain'd to suffer any misery He 'l give him money pay his rent beside Beare all his charges onely he must hide His foule offence he must be blinde or winke When ere he comes and into corners slinke Till such an houre that Pimp doth know his time He 'l nor be seen till they have done the crime The children call him father Hush not a word perhaps the man is great And stor'd with wealth and has a lofty seat And loves his lust or being serpent wise He 'l take advantage then he 'l tyrannize Though he be great if goodnesse be forgotten 'T will make him and his name the sooner rotten If he have wealth 't is but an empty thing Nor will it save him from that fearfull sting Of sin and death if honour 't is he 'd have Can any honour keep men from the grave Though he be set alost yet down he must And be e're long laid levell with the dust Or if he loves his lust the sooner he May fall by 't and the shame and misery Will dog him to his end his soule will bleed Oh! then he 'l meet one that is great indeed Though he be wise to raise a horrid evill And crush a truth 't is the soule murdering devill That helps him in 't oh heaven blast that arme That takes a cause to doe the guiltlesse harme Such tyrants that rebell against the lawes They can but snarle for God cuts off their clawes Our lawes doe cut lascivious persons downe Not cob-web lawes that men of great renowne May break by force they are not made for flies The Rich the Noble if they doe despise The force of them shall quickly feele the smart They are no scarcrowes but they 'l peirce the heart Me thinks th' example of a gracious king Might draw mens hearts from this accursed thing So chast soloving to his Royall Queene In any age no sweeter patterne seene Who would but follow Lord preserve his life Was ever Prince more faithfull to a wife Oh let this patterne keep us all in awe Who has such power who yeelds more to the law All men
stronger And as the evening shadow grows still longer So custome spreds it selfe This one thing know Thou 'st age enough to match with fiends below If thou be married 't is the breach of truth Betwixt thee and the partner of thy youth Which curses will requite 't will be a blot To thee and thine for ever and thy lot Will be the like or worse such men do find Lex talionis paid home in their kind If thou art single and thy lust prove strong Prevent the worst by Marriage tarrying long May force the floods to overflow the banks Then men grow fearelesse fit for hellish pranks This sin is never single it must be Ioyn'd with anothers in adultery As though the guilty threatning to rebell Breath'd out disdaine to go alone to hell He beares the double sin though they agreed A little time to sin this shame full deed When done 't will breed them everlasting odds They 're painted roses which do turne to rods Looke on the imperfections of a whore Some in her person but sh 'as worse and more In disposition if thou hast but wit This thing alone may ' swage thy frenzy fit But if thou hast no skil or art in doubt Bring her to me I 'le help to find ' emout But if thy lust exceed in strength being great Starve it with hunger and asswage the heat With faire coole water drink nor wine nor beere Till thou hast purg'd thy soule and made all cleare Refuse no counsell let it pierce thy heart And welcome a reproofe though it seemes smart To thee 't is wholsome company with such That hate this vice and love good for there 's much Good gotten by them they 've no poison'd breath In life like such as thou wouldst have at death Give up thy selfe to Christ then thou maist say Thou' rt not thine own thou canst not go astray To joyne with harlots for thy soul 's bespoken The marriage day is set his love 's the token Of thy eternal good Hee 'le ever keep Thee from those vermine that about thee creep Here 's profit pleasure everlasting gaine Which with consent wil banish all thy paine View heavens glory fixing still thine eyes With confidence to pierce the lofty skyes And look beyond thy sense and silence reason Note well the beauty take the blessed season To raise thy heart see what reward those find That were not foyl'd with lust or womankind But when thou look'st take this advise of mine Thinc eyes thy heart thy ends must be Divine Then turne thine eyes tow'ards hel where thou maist see The plagues the torments and the misery That hel-hounds do indure and that will make Thy raging lust grow tame thy heart wil ake To think the swallowing of a blasted pleasure Should gender wrath endlesse in weight and measure The potion's mingled those that drink that cup Their streames of lust will soon be dryed up Their dainty pallats thirst th' insatiate whore With roaring Tom shall act that sin no more Their moystur's gone but there 's the greater fire Mixe stil with brimstone that 's the whorish hire There are no beauties no nor light to see Except t' be shame and sins deformitie They dwell with devils and their inward room Is burning hell their prison and their tomb What if thou shouldst when none of these will take Destroy a member some for heavens sake Have done as much 't is better thou shouldst cast One part away than lose thy selfe at last Mistake me not I doe not prompt thee to it If former meanes prevaile thou maist not doe it To save his soule who is 't that would not use A certaine cure pray here my pen excuse There 's nothing else except time dos afford Fresh remedies being ancient he is stor'd With cures both old and new the sinner old Will leave his lust or that him 'cause he 's cold For physick helps those that professe that Art Can shew thee which will calme thy boyling heart If that should misse I think this will not faile Live like a begging Fryar in a jayle Stone wals and iron grates are very good To temper thee and qualifie thy blood But if it be a woman she must shun Her liberty work hard not like a Nun To stitch a gorget but to turne a mill Or draw a wheelbarrow though against her will There are appointed places 'mong the rest If I may judge the Bridewels are the best And let the whip lye always in her sight Let blew-cote beadles lock her up at night And call her early up let time be inch't And of her labour let her not be pinch't There 's one thing more which I am loth to name 'T will strange Iust but 't will preferre thy shame Probatum est 't is nothing but a rope Made fast and loose 't is all the hangmans hope Thy hope thy pleasure with thy life will end 'T is then too late to say thou wilt amend The hangman's still in haste the carmans pay Will not availe to tarry halfe a day The Priest will pray but he is never long He has it ready when he holds his tongue The pangs of death come on thee when thy face Is cover'd ore oh what a fearefull cale Art thou in then the men in post will ride But when they come and find thee dead fast tyde Vnto a halters end the people gone To Gregory and thy grave thou' rt left alone But where abides thy soule ' las who can know I feare 't will be confin'd to dwell below Remember what I say read o're this book Perhaps thou maist in reading love to looke Vpon thine own estate learne to be wise 'T is sharp but wholsome 't will not blast thine eyes If 't will but turne thy heart 't will quit the cost Or strengthen any 't is not labour lost The guiltlesse and the convert shall for mee Go uncontroll'd Then let my Muse passe free Read it with patience take what is thy due I he are the whispring of a bawdy crue I needs must answer them Or they 'l abuse My harmlesse meaning and my free-borne Muse. SECT 56. The supposed railing objections imprecations of the filthy brood against the Author and the Book A Bawdy knot being met having found The Nights Search trenching in their common ground Began to grumble first the Bawd did speak â— A busie foole whose brains are sunk or weak Hath writ a book 't was principally made To shame us all and overthrow our trade I heard a gallant speak as if it came Post with a whip in Tom a' Bedlams name 'T is arm'd with fury every line spits fire I wish a halter were the Authours hire Pand. I 've bought the book I heard 't was new come out I have it here to put you out of doubt He rails he frets with biting jeers in scoffe Keeps much ado yet comes but poorly off He writes of whipping pillering and carting Burning curses hanging too at parting Bawd Let
's see the book had'st thou so little wit To buy such trash I 'le serve thee now as fit One part shall serve to stop the mustard pot I 'le burn the rest and that shall be its lot A foole and 's money quickly part I see That thou art vext wilt be reveng'd on me Whore Pray mistris let it lie to keep all clean 'T will serve for waste you know well what I mean One of my friends shall write to his disgrace To shew his wit and in some publique place Cast out a libell that the world may know His wit is blasted onely wit in shew Pand. I 'me vext to heare you did I buy this book To have it burnt or tore great pains I took To find it out pray blame me not to frown To see it spoil'd it cost me halfe a crown But bear your shares we 'l keep 't to shame this sinner Make it our recreation after dinner To laugh at 's folly then 't will serve to light Tobacco for us every winters night Bawd Thou simple foole dost think I le have it lse Within my house our trading to discry Some feather'd goose may see 't and with a fright Forsake the house and take a further flight Pray burn it burn it if that asse were here That made the book we 'ld burn him to or teare His skin from 's flesh then he should know how well The place and persons do resemble hell But 't is no matter none that loves the sport Of Vénus or attends at Cupids Court Will e're regard it but to laugh and jest At his course wit I value not the rest Who. If I may judge I think he hath been crost In his desire he hath a beauty lost Or else his stock is spent and being poore He cannot passe so freely to his whore As formerly he did and now in rage He for her sake brings all upon the stage Or being old his vigour is abated What he lov'd once he 'd make all think he hated Thus ab initio now he writes to strive When all things faile to keepe his name alive Could he have known our private wayes or been Our Secretary if he had not seen The windings of the clew or toucht the sore If he by practice had not known 't before Or else he wanting naturall affections Would have sweet nature follow his drections He has been in some service overcharg'd The mark was hot and being now enlarg'd From Bedlam New-gate or Chirurg'ons hands He cannot feele the ground on which he stands I have been bred to this it is my course I 'd better be a whore than to doe worse Bawd I am grown old nor can I now take paines This is my trade which brings me constant gaines Should I forsake it now then call me foole I have not liv'd so long to goo to schoole To such a haire-braind coxcombe no I will Beare up delight drink and be merry still He 'd make us think if flesh and blood rebell There is no help but we must goe to hell We know that many with those faults are tainted Yet some were goddesses and some were Sainted Why should I fear but I as well may speed The Queen of Love I never did exceed Pand. I came to town thinking to be a groom But when I came another had the room That I was to supply and having spent My time my means being in discontent I took this honest course to gain reliefe There 's none can say I am a rogue or thiefe And yet forsooth here 's one hath undertook To prove us theeves and sentence pass'd nor book Will he allow which arrant theeves have had Why do I speak this peevish fellow 's mad Pimp I have been brought up in a gentile way To drink to swear to whore to dice and play I sold my lands and spent my whole estate What should I do being thus unfortunate I am a man that do attend those Lasses That feed me full I drink in boules and glasses They give me coin and cloths with them I finde Such dainty bits as satisfie my minde Let shame attend this idiot let his pen Be silenc'd forc'd to blot out this agen SECT 57. The railing Objections of an impious crew answered YOu brood of darknesse that do hate the light And breath out venome railing cursing spight Against the Authour and his searching Muse You shame your selves you cannot him abuse The Bawd that 's parboil'd or the Whore that 's stew'd The rotten Pander and the Pimp that su'd To have his Muse quite silent hear th' reply Your breath 's unwholsome pray come not too nigh But you are powder'd that me thinks is well To qualifie the stink and ' swage the smell I do confesse the book was made to fright And shame your rabble that true subjects might Be warn'd by your example hate your crew If I be mad I 'm onely mad to you If I would hide your shame your humours feed Or act such basenesse I were mad indeed What gallant 's that that doth these lines oppose Doth he speak plain or snuffle in the nose Or are his sinewes lost or onely shrunk Or has he been at flats and being sunk Blows fume into his braines his words may please Your fretting fancies but not give you ease Is not his face halfe rosted is 't not rich With Rubies Pearls and Saphires none of which Will passe for gold to satisfie his whore Although his face be rich his purse is poore Or do's his face seem cover'd o're with tallow Or has disease dy'd it into a yellow How opens he his jawes has he his haire Or is he mop'd a new with borrowed ware I feare it is not safe with him to sup Nor is it wholsome e're to taste his cup I know the earth doth bear such loathsome men What their mouth 's take in runs through th'nose agen Butlet him passe Except the Bawd doth turn What e're she wish I fear she 'l hang or burn The Pander got of late a greater share For keeping of the dore that he could spare Money to buy this book but now 't is cast Bawd Pander Whore have sentence on it past Butlet me speak a word t is but a breath If it must die let it be prest to death What libeller is this the whore would have Write to disgrace the Authour let me crave To know what place he lives in let his name Be known that all may blaze abroad his shame There are a crew that do cast libels forth Against the State to slander men of worth They bend their frothy wits but time may make Them bear their shame the rest may warning take The Pander's vext put to your helping hands Pay for the book for as the case now stands You must not burn it you may laugh 't is true But 's fellowes are alive to laugh at you Make it your sport jeere on you need not say 'T will shame an asse or fright a goose