she takes him in the day The third is mark't with reding she will try Tempt fawn and call upon the passers by To come to Hell if she can draw them so She burnes them half a live before they go The last lies to be cured of her curse She 'l deal wi' ye even hand and spare your purse She hath provoking meanes to stir up lust One must be whip't with rods another must Be beaten out of dores and for his 〈◊〉 Coole at the gates of Hell 't is hot within Another's made a skullin he must wash The dishes and be knock't and then the trosh Must kisse to make amends untill desire Is by degrees converted into fire The common cheaters when they take a prey Doe come to thee by turnes the more fooles they Thou canst not help them in a dang'rous case Nor at the Sessions dar'st thou shew thy face Who come to thee to night the next be Hid in a hole for feare when thou do'st see A Gorget that 's for Cis a handsome Dresse Must be for Gin the wastcoate is for Besse Being trim'd with stolne goods their price is rais'd Thou art maintain'd and hell and thee both praisd Thou art a baud a theif an out-worn whore If e're I come to Tyburn I 'le say more I was in hope the morn by this would smile But 't is grown darker then it was ere while A tedious night nor can I once forecast To ease my Muse untill the night be past Those that do sin in State do here foretell That they shall have the hottest room in hell For those that live to sin and sin to live Shall find what Motto Death and Hell do give They purchase pain and shame with greedie sinning Whose life is death whose end is deaths beginning Sin is at ods I need not tell you how Hell did agree but 't is divided now She 'l never yeeld till she hath all she had When she is chok't her Tenants will grow mad SECT. XXIII The Devill with a Priestling meets A Souldier comes the Devill greets He rails at first the feinds unkind How he in sorrow speaks his mind The Preist is charg'd of his advise How he did tempt the Devill twise Pandorssus try'd how he did wooe Casts off one Whore and takes in two The dreadfull fight the combat past Their healths and triumph at the last NOw hell will sound a parle before tshe'l beat Up her travail or seem to make rereat She musters all her forces views their scope Draws up the reer in the forlorne hope The Prelates Traine was plac'd She iounds agen The Divell hath reserves as well as men But light though distant scornes to stoop or see Her issue joyne with this black Pedigree The Divell met a Priestling where came in A bloudy rustick who had lately bin A suiter to this feind that he might take Mens lives and plunder freely who did make Him promise to that end but cause he fails Souldate growes mad and at the Divell railes Have I been servant to thee many years And took thy word for all as it appeares By my successe nor did I feare to kill The innocent being promp't to what was ill Rob teare sweare curse at those that did rebell A'gainst thy Lawes Just so do we in Hell Souldier And so thou'lt serve me too and for my gaines Thou 'lt send black death with torment for my paines Is 't come to this Divell I pray thee tell me how Our Plots should thrive if we should not allow False Protestations with the breach of truce To cheat conceit such subtletie 's in use Souldier Now thou dealst plainly hadst thou don 't at first I had been happy Divell Now thou art accurst We try all means your senses to invade Sometimes we 'l be gentile but 't is our trade To chayne your reason to the breath of men Who are our journey men and now and then They send such Chapmen to our darksome cave To purchase tombes with life that loath'd a grave They can do more then we being in request Our names are stain'd what is by us exprest Is put in use by Deputies But we Work privately Souldier Ah! to what misery Have I engag'd my self if Earth and Hell Combin'd against me is 't in vain to tell My cause to Heaven Divell Aske this flattring Priest That goes in velvet slippers give a list Of all thy rapes and he perchance may give An absolution his conceits do live With wastefull hopes being pregnant in his evill He thinks in pride to go beyond the Divell All Learning dwells in him what falls beside Are but the concrets of his inward pride Souldier You 're comforters alike thou did'st begin A bloody Plot and slily drew'st him in To be thy Executioner and what is ill Is but the execution of thy will Being of the Horsleech kind and mettle free The Priest tempts the Divell To take thy easie stamp Devill He tempted me For when the stubborn Scot did give abuse To his Divinity that was in use Du ni'd the gudly bukes he rais'd his voyce In folio sodenly and then made choise Of my assistance when he could not prate His hunderts out nor could retaine that State He vomits bloud afresh and then indeed I got an Office lov'd to see men bleed As well as he and when I went to fight I long'd to have the Parson in my sight Souldier How are poore soules deluded that are taught By such to loose themselves now am I brought For sale to Death The trembling Earth doth gape To let me down and would commit a rape Upon my reason too the shivering aire Benums my senses but then black dispair Revives my grief again the sawcie wind That 's quarterd with the anguish of mind Makes Earth-quakes in my breast nor can I tell Of one weeks pay to bear my charge to Hell Shame joynes with terrour to increase my evill Oh pitie me Devill Aske mercie from a Devill I shall be made thy Gaoler never look For pardon any more now the black book Is laid before thee Souldier Reverend Sir come 〈◊〉 Oh now or never quell the rage of sin Priest Shake off thy dumps and lose not thy renown Had not the Service-Book been voted down I 'de conjure out this Fiend do thou but fight Defend our cause thou need'st not fear the sight Of men and Devils if thou dost forsake Our blessed way the devill will thee take Well be advis'd Souldier Away yee Fiends away You both desire my ruine you 'd destroy Me soule and body thou hast laid a 〈◊〉 To catch poor souls of which thou should'st take care Thou limb of Antichrist is this the rest Thou didst propose thou r't proctor for the beast The Devill tels more truth I doe defie A seeming friend a reall enemy Goe changeling go Priest Can Ideots understand What 's best for peace and freedome of the Land And such a one as I be still to seeke
That understand the Hebrew and the Greek In ways of truth Devill Ho ho heer 's dainty sport Because tha 'st been a flattrer at the Court Chok't with conceit thy parts doe raise the rate I liv'd in heaven yet lost my happy state Thy fall is comming Priest I had best be gone This Fortune-tellers odds is two to one Souldier No trust in clods of clay let men addresse Themselves towards heaven for their happinesse When this discourse was past the knot dissolv'd A'crooked piece of filth that was involv'd Within a trebble curse came crawling by And after him his trul who us'd to lie To take him captive many years they had Been jogging to the Devil he was mad To wed this tub of treasure kept for store Though lovely by contraries 〈◊〉 befote P andor sus now declines her he has found At prison base upon the common ground Two Punks new underlaid and in his view Male a the best of them was vamp't 〈◊〉 And Furia had been bottom'd had not she Been over dry'd neer Smithfield but if hee Can turne old Querpa off that he may have Those prettie pugs to drill him to his grave Hee 'l give a double fine it is agreed That he shall work for death and hee 'l make speed Left hell should be too full before his lust Commits his rotten carcasse to the dust Well now the wantons meet and Querpa sees That Furia had his heart and Maleas fees Were fruits of pleasure shee advanc'd her tongue Would you ingrose my dear I 've had him long Above these fifte n years and I will claime Priority in trust it is my ayme Still to enjoy my sweet Furia What needst thou move Malea and I are partners in his love He works and brings us gains he'ad rather piue And presse his hart then we should want for coinc Querpa I cannot hold my hands I 'le have thy nose And teare thy eyes out such a pair as those Bewitch my joy these 〈◊〉 birds of prey May chatter charmes and doetheir work by day I vow I le make you packe Malea I 'le vex her more Here are the clothes which yesterday he wore Left as the pledges of his free intent To wait on us in lovely merriment What ere he hath is ours his daughter now Gets nought from him but what we doe alow Chuck Chuck is right Pandor Ha if you finde meflinch Then blame me no I scorne to stir an inch From what I promise Querpa you are old Tuf dry unactive sence conjealjd with cold Go trudgeto feeble Dick for I have made My choice a new Querpa I am no out-worne jade Thou Varlet of the tub I 'le make thy name A common stench thou excrement of shame Chiefe in the roule of rogues in Bride-well dy'd Twice free of Newgate once to Tyborn ty'd Deny my Love How like an asse he stands Come once again into the hangmans hands Hee 'l choke thy mirth Impatient of disgrace He tore her head-clothes off shee scratcht his face But then his chieflings came unto his ayd He got the day poor Querpa now is paid For tongue tale scores being fled the bonny three Drinke healths in riumph of the victory They reingage themselves his valours known Together with his love they 'l have it blown With th' silver Trump of same that all may finde The rich borne issue of Pandorsus minde The Devill breaks his covenants with men When they are in a straight and they agen With one another in a frenzie fit He gains his ends because he has more wit When their's are frustrate When the Hare To quarter freely where the hungry Hounds Keep randevouze or if the Partridge treats With angry Hawks about her choice of meats What will the issue be these did agree That are discover d here but now you see How justice parts'em if they do rebell In change of sins how will they do in hell Where plagues are crown'd for there the hungry flames Are in commission bodies souls and names Must ' bide th' arbitrement they need not fight To make their curse compleat Day 's turn'd to night Where horrour free from chains doth gnaw the sore Makes hope as blinde as reason was before And greedy sorrow feeding upon teares Cender's despaire which ruleth over feares With imbred terrour born by helplesse grief Shame 's no abortive death commands in chief SECT. XXIV The Serving-man relate what he Had known of 's Masters miserie His Coach Sedan what Letters fees He falls from Satten to his Freeze How sin brings death the purchast strife A Villain that betray'd his wife BEfore the vails were drawn or dimfac'd night Pon composition would resigne her right To Hespers train before old Tithons head Was raysd with glory from his frosty bed To shew his hoary locks nor did the day Peep through the streaked Tiffany of gray For Chantecleers Commission was not seal'd To sound a parle nor any way reveal'd To bring Aurora in her silver pride To storm the works of darknesse yet I spy'd Two silent walkers one was much affraid And I perceiv'd she was a Chamber-maid The other was a Serving-man for hee I soon discovered by his liverie He being stay'd confest he did belong To one that kept his coach when he was young For Hackney ware and feasted them in Town And in the Countrey car'd them up and down Who had at every stage a common Inne Where he did put himselfe to sale for sin He had sedans which he did use to send To fech his Minions private and did spend His means upon them Now he paid his whore When cash was low he sin'd upon the score Somtimes he borrowed of a Cavaliere That us'd to hire a Strumpet by the year Thei 'd feel his pockets pulses ere they 'd joyne And have their courses when he had no coine They 'd often be at ods then he would curse The minntes of expence his humble purse Did languish for his riot she would rail Because the suit depending on her Was staid with an injunction high-courts writs Put down the Common-pleas and bring their wits To bill and answers if their orders must Be seeming prohibitions to their lust And stop their commings in they 'l sin the more Both orders and decrees were broke before Subpoena shame their mischiefs to recruit Again at non-equity they 'l try a suit If any maid was handsome in his eye Hee 'd lay a snare to trap her and would try With gold to win her such a one as shee Was made for pleasure not for 〈◊〉 Hee 'l take a chamber for her make her fine And keep her at his cost if thou 't be mine Thou shalt not want most modest gives content Another time shee that 's most impudent He sends his pimping Letters I must be His whiskin else we never could agree Here is a copie to his Mistresse which Hath spent him much her fingers ofted ich To nim his gold her answer I l'e
like the Serpent nibble at the heele But cannot wound like Basilisks whose eyes Dart feeble poyson Malice cannot rise To vent her venome as to blast a line Drawne by thy pen thy name or ought of thine What needs this troop of worthies offer Bayes To crowne thy fame who art above their praise Which perish not with age nor canc'ring rust Compo'd with furie and the spitefull dust Till time gives up the ghost this work shall be Prais'd pleasing honour'd to posteritie Hen. Limbruke Mr. of Arts Cam. THE Second Part of the Nights Search discovering the conditions of the various Fowles of Night To fetch their drosse what wiles they use The Pedlers boy the State abuse A puffe a murder one runs mad A Sea-man took what losse he had SECT. I. NOw glorious Titan hath withdrawn his light Whose presence makes a day his absence night He trac'd the skie and like a Champion bold Rode in his charriot all in cloth of gold Is now growne bleare-ey'd or for want of sleep He drives his Steeds into the Westerne deep To take a nap bright Vespers traine whose hue Enricht the skies the ground enamell'd blue Then Luna shines whose patent was by birth At severall times to overlook the earth Yet change with age as soone as they begun For all they had their ticket from the Sun To passe and view the world yet envious night Cast out a fog being swell'd with raging spight Charg'd them for Spies sh' ad had them all arraign'd But could not bring 'em downe When men complain'd Of tyrannie she kept her silent den Where bodies live without the soules of men And vertue 's out of use unheard of sins I shall unmaske for now my Search begins Who to your view I shall present your mind Will apprehend their sight is worse then blind Where all things are converted into crimes To let us bloud and to undoe the times First here 's a piece of earth that seekes a place T' unman himselfe save onely in his face A tender-hearted Bawd that ne're made whore But ever us'd such as were broke before Her conscience give her licence meets this beast Who had him home and she at his request Must send for one whom he esteem'd most deare Her husband 's jealous and she sins in feare He found one in her bed and with the shears Cut off his nose a warning for his ears The messenger must make some neat excuse To take a room but 't is not for his use Or borrow somthing pull her by the coat Or wink or nod or give a private note Or whisper in her eare or touch her foot Or els some secret signe being willing to 't She goes with speed or els some Pedlers mad Pimp Maximus being master of his trade He 'l sell her pins or lace or daintie lawne Fine noon gloves or any thing and pawne His soule to use her kindly so he 'l find His time to speak and know each others mind She comes he has his fee and who 'd mistrust Such bugs should gender in a pedlers dust Then came a rumbling coach which made the ground Fall in an Ague looking in I found A fether'd blade his jacket was of plush A curious lasse who with a crimson blush Be wrai'd her selfe her eyes were full and gray With ruddy lips round cheekes her forehead lay Archt like a snowie banke which did uphold Her native tresses which did shine like gold Her azure veynes which with a well shap'd nose Her whiter neck broad shoulders to compose A slender wast a body straight and tall With swanlike brests long hands with fingers small Her ivorie knees her legs were neat and cleane A swelling calfe with ancles round and leane Her insteps thin short heels with even toes A sole so straight proportion'd feet she goes With modest grace I judge her viewing well Too good to go on foot or ride to hell With civill habit if you had her seen You 'ld say sh'were lovely aged seventeen This knave is call'd Commander who did use To plunder men those whom he did abuse He 'd call Malignants he did serve the State Not as a theefe this varlet was of late A Pedlers boy and still a Coblers sonne When Countries by this vermin were undone They made him knowne by which they gain'd reliefe He was no souldier but a sharking thiefe A while about the Citie he doth passe For Major Dangerfield this comely lasse Was like to beinsnar'd great meanes rich friends But he had no thing save the coblers ends He 'l say's Debenter will be shortly sign'd Had he 'is arreares he would not be confin'd To private lodgings paid him by the State He 'd drink and whore it at a higher rate And to his mistrisse he 'd be free and true Though he had nothing but an halter due This hackney coachman pimpt in former times For broken courtiers he conceal'd their crimes And car'd their trash though sinning on the score Pay him but well he 'ld bring 'em down a whore At any time whose bloudy sins do crave For plagues on earth or an untimely grave But searching on I heard a glittering sparke Tearing the ground with oathes as I did marke He met a civill man and fell to strife This lawlesse ape would take away his wife But he the better man soone laid his bones Into the sinke his shoulders felt the stones Till dammie boyes came by him then he rose To breake the windowes and he cut a nose Which cost him eighteen pence this daring rout Will sleep by night till Bailies find 'em out I heard great moaning as I went along 'T was one whose sence a Basalisk had stung With looking on him now she 'l not be seen Till all be turn'd to drosse or els in spleen She 'l melt away his wit because distast Had dis-ingag'd her sin her fancies wast And made salt humors rise the man growes mad With fierie lust the reason that he had Is under hatches rage and sorrow prest To share affections with that venome beast And standing still I heard a gentle cry I turn'd and saw a tender infant lye Breathing its last the new received life Was let out by the barbarous mothers knife Who wrung its necke and threw it in a sink The whiter skin made blacker then my ink By this vile scum of filth but now she 's tri'd And ground enough above the ground she di'd Her Epitaph Death hadst thou done this office at the first Or if thou hadst but don 't a yeare agoe She had not been so openly accurst Nor had my Muse with fury turn'd her foe The infant had not been nor had my verse Been for a Tiburne grave but for her herse Two Pincks did spread their sailes and cast about They in a harbour found a Sea-man out Who striv'd by skill which first shall take the prize Till one of them did scratch the others eyes He 's my free prize I le do
the best I can Thou art for fraught but I am for the man The times are envious men by sea and land Are cast and cut away on everie hand I loose my custome 〈◊〉 a wittie theft To make some sure while there are any left I cannot live without 'em art not mine Then with a kisse and a bewitching twine She stole his lungs and prey'd upon his heart The next his mezell liver feeles the dart Like to the little fish which in the seas Doe sucke the 〈◊〉 their watry humors please Amongst the cutled waves they frisk and seek For 〈◊〉 delights at last into some Creek The saker streames convey them where the tide Forsakes them unawares when they are spide Or from the shore or from their muddie holes They 're took imbowell'd cast upon the coles Or in the pan like traitors halfe alive Dye by degrees for 't is in vain to strive With deaths 〈◊〉 So these Vassalls play In waves of lusts till wrath drives them away Into a straight where miseries are vast Not like delights which perish in the tast And constant dwellers there they must remaine Till they are pluckt away like Traitors shine And cast into the flames but still their name Shall stinke on earth as monuments of shame The Devill likes grand Seigniors golden vice Finding a man inclin'd to avarice Fill'd with disdaine whose cruelties beside Make him a Tyrant to maintaine his pride He doth preferre him to'a loftie place As full of envie as he is free from grace He peels the great ones and undoes the poore To fill his coffe rs when his golden store Is at the height the Turke doth cast his eye To spy a fault he is condem'd to dye By word of mouth to squeeze his vast estate Into his treasurie at such a rate My fondlings live who are inclind to lust The Devill sets them in a place of trust Who sucke the poyson'd sweet untill they burst They 'l feel that then they nere beleev'd at first To undergoe their tortures could they hire Or like to Salamanders live in fire Or loose their sences in the flaming fume Or might their lasting soules in fire consume I would decline my task and spare my braines And let them take their pleasures for their gaines But bodies soules and sinnes in flames must frye Last by consuming spirits never dye SECT. II. The Centinells the Drunkards note One cuts his hat and burns his coat Two Devills would de file abride And two to lust by coyne are tide Exchange of Pimps a harlot shent A fooles conceit the whores intent A counter-greeting of the store How to his friend one lends his whore THe world now hung with black my charge begun The Western Seas had swallow'd down the sun But Heavens tapers then began to light Which did by turnes attend the Queene of night The skie was all enamell'd in my view With glittring Diamonds all the panes were blue But straight the clouds those riches did disgrace For everie heavenly torch did hide his face The sable stormes arose proud winds grew high Which blew my candle out Alas said I My task is heavie here 's a hard beginning Must I returne and leave the harlots sinning My Muse will never brook it all the best Are lockt with th' leaden keyes to quiet rest Their mantles darknesse all their braines do steep In watrie humours being rockt asleep With rough-breath'd lullabies I held my tongue But hop'd the best such tempests are not long Some thriving Bawd that 's newly turn'd a witch Or else her father Daemon think you which Hath rais'd this blast from Hell congeal'd with spite To stop my course and spoyle my search to night Or else some Calve-skin Pander for a spell To keep the doore hath sold himselfe to Hell And this the breath of triumph But I must Go now in hast to over-look my trust I from the Centre went to see how far My charge extended then a twinekling star Broke prison through the clouds the backer doore Was open set and out came divers more The lower gates were open'd for the Queene Where in their offices the Sparks were seeve The lesser lights of Heaven stirr'd my fire Oh! heaven-borne patience thee I must admire Which warm'd my breast Now now my care begins I spie an Army clad with severall sins But they disperse themselves the Front for feare Turnes back in hast to fall behind the Reare The Files observe no distance and the Ranks Are out of order firing in the Flanks Will end their service for the Wings are fled Or chang'd to Scouts See who goes there in red A scarlet Drunkard Strength hath made him weak He reeling railes about yet cannot speak His brains are like his guts you need not feare His wit for he has none but garbidge there Though he be three parts drown'd yet this I know H' as a fire that is unquencht he 's burnt below He has been feasted by a man of note Who burnt his hat for joy and shot his coat To make him welcome Tom o' Bedlams grace They drank the hogshead out to take his place Then by and by appear'd before mine eyes Two earth-borne Devills of the largest size Shap'd just like men and cover'd o're with skin They broke a doore quite downe and rushing in Vpon a Bride-groome with his faithfull Bride Who lying like a Turtle by his side Would faine have ravisht her for they did think 'T had been a Cell through which there was a fink Which older Devils made first to convay Their ordure into hell a nearer way From hence they go unfurnisht of a whore Crying Confound us we mistook the doore Then Next to them câ—me ruffling on whose haire Hung downe almoft a yard being rich and faire In his apparrell he was kept so high And pamper'd like a Bore within a stie His pockets full which made him much rejoyce His sputs were off because they had a voyce I follow'd on to understand his bent A chamber doore being open in he went Where was a powder'd Ape as full of lust As Spiders are of poyson graves of dust They intermixt their sins to purchase shame He had his golden fee then out he came I met another of a lower breed He 's like a common Bull his wife agreed To let him out for halfe a Crowne a week Who undertakes he shall not be to seek When any Queane is salt and cannot have A Cur to give her what her lust will crave The Bawd that entertaines 'em for her paines From the insatiate whore hath double gaines Or coupling in the corners of the street She saves a fee so Dogs and Bitches meet I went on still and spi'd two Blades together One was in Frize the other clad in Leather The first was bred in Wales the other he Came newly from the Vniversitie His words are not his owne yet full of Art As in praâ—senti is his owne by heart They 're bare and
in chiefe His habit like a Carpenter his hose Of Beggars velvet here and there a rose Brancht out with fruits his wast-coat verie red A plaited band a cap wrought on his head A rule by 's side his apron rugged leather His stockings blue his heeles went close together With flat sol'd shooes I drawing neere to see His cloke-bag hose were ti'd above the knee His hands were brawnie with a swarfie face Much like the Jew that us'd to haunt the place Which ends this bawdie Row Black Nick's their guest Who minds them most when they do mind him least He 's much in love with Cock and haunts her bed He ccurts her twice and if her maiden-head Had been but vampt sh' ad pleas'd this cautious Spie Who fear'd the heat She did but draw his eye He hopes to match her to encrease the breed Of Vulcans nephews and the Serpents seed He loves the Mistresse too because she 's right He 'd be the Jewes corrivall but to night The Clerk must becord her first hee 'll patience learne Finding she breeds up others for his turne And payes the use to hell when she doth call Who hopes at last to have the principall This fiend is active downward he doth creep And finds a vassall enter'd fast asleep Who had not paid the custome for his sin But thought to cheat the Devill who came in And like a coarse he winds him in the sheet And carr's him out and layes him in the street By rule he measur'd him as though his doome Had been to make his coffin or his tomb But left him on his face as if this slave For 's 〈◊〉 were to scratch himselfe a grave When waking he amazed and affright With nembling joynts fierce looks with 's haire upright Ran to and fro he by experience found His lodging was upon the Devills ground Where he will build anew or pitch his tent And for this end this carpenter was sent He 's often in the cellar through a chink He 'll peep when Giunie comes to draw the drink Sculk in the drinking-rooms when any whore Lookes on his face he slinks behind the doore And vanisheth yet knocking neare the rout Stamps on the flowre and throwes the goods about Trips up the staires and finds a sherk a bed He walks about the room then holds his head He proves a constant ghuest both night and day But like the Scotch-man Deile a groat he 'll pay Well Nick mounts higher yet and whets his tooles Throwes down the table up and down the stooles And finds a Pinnace waking by and by He takes his axe ands lifts it up on high Aimes at her necke and holds it o're the bed As though he did intend to chop her head Off at a blow if thus he had serv'd this jade 'T had been enough to 've spoiled the hang-mans trade A reall warning and the stroke had been But yet she is not blacke enough with sin She 's fearfull strange she doth not like his pitch If she were old enough to make a witch He 'd grow familiar with her then he spv'd A Surgeon coming on who must be fry'd For being scalded or the old disease Creeps through her bones which can afford no ease Must have a private search and who but he Attend him up the Carpenter must see Sometimes he 'd peepe and by and by he 'd pause First here then there and when he found the cause Slunk out of sight the Surgeon saw him first Call'd for a Jugge of beere to quench his thirst Tooke him to be the tapster but in feare He left his Patient and forgot his beere The Carpenter was taken with this Jade And for her sake he had forsooke his Trade Pack't up his tooles and sent away his boxe Save that he was afraide to catch the Or to be burn'nt he could not leave his Nel Alas he knowes there 's heate enough in bell I heard a sudden knocking at a dore None in the house but choise of goods and store The answer was No person is within They heard one as they saide and doe begin To give salutes to blinde the Neighbours eyes They put one in and car'd away the prize Neare to that place was a malignant crue Plotting deceits let Casar have his due And spurne at those like Drones within the hives That fetch them hony to preserve their lives Then coming neare their Camp some swore som drunk Each two or three betwixt them had their punck Some rob'd some stole and brought it to their den They 've license for 't shall Princes loose their men For want of pincks and plunder Is it right Th' associated pillage made 'em fight As they preserve Truth Liberty and Lawes So let them thrive let Justice trie the cause Here 's one comes moaning of her selfe her case Is very bad she cannot keepe her place For Supervisers Wenches tooke away For Bridewell birds But I shall see the day When they shall suffer for this foule abuse I made amends Now pleasures out of use If such prevaile we that have pleas'd the Age Shall have rewards in Bridewell or the Cage But here 's another which is rare to finde Of better temper formerly too kinde Which breakes her heart makes teares drop downe along Her paler cheekes true sorrow moves her tongue Thus to disclose her greife Oh! thou that govern'st all things pitty mee That have lov'd sinners and forsaken thee I 've purchast shame Oh! thou that giv'st all grace Shew me thy beauty let me see thy face In sweeter termes and let thy Spirit fill My soule with love of thee to hate all ill Teach me to feare thee while I draw my breath And free me from the snares of sinne and death Although in sinne I 've spent my former dayes Yet make me now an Instrument of prayse Among the fondlings one is founde here blest Who like a Pliemix will disgrace the rest I press't on still my night being sharpe and long And spy'd two Shifters but I held my tongue One was in threed-bare scarlet wanting colour The other was in blacke as he grew duller His robes turned gray with age 't was my intent To marke their carriage to a stewes they went The bawde was Pocky-sicke yet spoke this beast Ah! I am going to eternall rest To see my Saviour I must minde my toombe Those whom you seeke are in the drawing roome Goe take your choise when I am dead and rotten Honest Meg Spencer will not be forgoten My Girles were free you never knew that I Diâ—grac't a man that left our company â—hat comfort 's this to me goe I am ill You stand in thornes untill you have your will Here 's mischeife in the abstract In their path Sin walkes with hell in state death arm'd with wrath Doggs them behinde The divell keepes his Court A while on earth to make his fondlings sport Had hell a quezie stomacke they might bee Sav'd
his breath Had he so many souls as many lives As he hath Whores for his supposed Wives He 'd venture all but is not one too much To lie at hazard for a World of such Thou common vassal what dost mean to do Thy various sins breed several Torments too Thou canst not live here ever thou must have To end delights a prison and a grave Y 'ave change of rooms for death being dead alive One room in Hell may eas'ly hold all five Though sin remains there still there 's no delight Souls dwell with horrour and eternal night But where 's the scurf of age that is so vilde To turn a Baud and offer Hell her childe Upon such easie terms I would not ask But that she has performed such a Task That Hell seems innocent What did she hatch A brat for living shame then make the match Her sense her nature she doth now controul To give the body life to damn the soul Her shame is dy'd in grain why write I thus She 's fit for nothing but an Incubus There is a Pander too I 'd call him in But that he is so overgrown with sin Being made an Officer his humours swell He 'l curse and swear the devils out of hell His counsel cost him nought his sisters man Call him but so he 'l swear but by her fan I cannot talk with him he doth so stink Being parboil'd twice and overcharg'd with drink I 'll leave you altogether till my Pen Be sharper set and then I 'll write agen If I should shew her wit how she will vaper 'T would steal a way my time besides a sheet of paper Her outside now shall satisfie my rime I 'll blaze her inside at another time Look where she is and view her in the light Now I 'll be silent left I shame her quite SECT. XVII A young mans 〈◊〉 furies rise His mothers ghost her words his eyes Disclose his grief Into the fire They thrust his soule the sinners 〈◊〉 His soul returns his mothers train And whiter Devils come again Some pull some call he sound his tongue He was releas'd but 't was not long A Devil grave fain'd love exprest More wantonsome then all the rest Plaid sung and dane'd while he did pray The evil spirits flunck away WHen through contempt and wilfulnesse to sin Man forfeited the day he did begin To side with darknesse and to Hell he 'd creep Unheard unseen when Conscience was asleep She leaves the charge to Cerb'rus made no stay But sends out strength to meet him in the way Who marching on desired sinful leasure Because the way was sweet and full of pleasure But lusting mischief ever comes too soon Unlook't for in the morning if at noon 'T is conceal'd to the minde or if at night 'T is most unthought of He should take delight To reckon well spent-time But as he stands Expecting rest as purchas'd by his hands Death strains his senses Ah! he must submit To Deaths pale Tenant where the hungry pit Will keep him Prisoner But I must indite A Scean of dolour Hell 's broke loose to night He that neglects his Watch will find too late Terrors and feinds assuming pomp and state With Furies waiting on them Passing by A hollow Cave I heard a hideous cry Come le ts divide the spoile his bones are thine Betwixt you part his flesh his soul is mine A masculine being past the third degree And into manhood enter'd now is hee Yet never liv'd unlesse it were to sin Being frighted from himself he 'l now begin To change his course If this black storme were past Which Hell hath rais'd to Heaven now at last He 'd consecrate himself The night being dark It cannot hide his grief Hell light 's a spark To blaze his crime in colours First there came His mothers Ghost to gender fear and shame Within his breast and threatning him she said Ah! thou art lost 〈◊〉 how often have I stay'd Thee from thy ruine Worse and worse thou art I was thy mother once e're we did part I begg'd thy change with tears but I was crost In my desire Turn turn or thou art lost And many other spirits with consent Did becken from above then out they went But fear came in the more for there he saw A troop of deadly 〈◊〉 who strove to draw As they were gaping on the fiery brim Him to the furious lake or that to him But Species sine visu he believ'd His torment was begun and still he griev'd Which made his wound more wide his loathed bed Helps not his quaking limbs his heavie head Hardens the gentle feathers and his tears Did onely shew not mitigate his fears Then came the feinds and snatcht his soul away Making a triumph soon they cast their prey As he conceiv'd into a Vault of fire Thrust it with forks This is the Sinners hire Then to the Bed a Fury brings a Bier To lay his corps upon and now his fear Hath made him speechlesse but his sense remains To fold up sorrow Who can judge what pains Hell gives in earnest But the hardned sinner Knows what hell is for he was the beginner Of Discord in the World and he shall have A bed of sorrow lower then the grave I must not stray too much my feeble Pen Must give account his soul being come agen Of what the issue was In this distresse He water'd his pale-earth Groans did expresse The horrour of his minde he spi'd again His mother all in white with her a train Of Saint-like figures pointing down to'ards hell Then heaven-ward he mus'd but could not tell What speech they us'd Of gleams they had a shroud With verba sine voce in a cloud They vanish'd all away But there remain'd The horrid Vision which from hell was strain'd With strange deformities A Fury call'd Upon him strangely other would have hall'd Him from his wat'ry couch Fear made him strong And home-born danger help him to his tongue Thus he in anguish said Ye Feinds of darknesse what have you to do With me that am redeem'd you shall not woo My soul with your enchantments to embrace The motions drawn in hell Although my case Is much to be lamented I am free For mercy as the rest of sinners be This Book the Book of God may end the strife My name is written in the Book of Life Nor shall your 〈◊〉 remove me I am set To keep possession here and all my debt Is paid by him that gave himself to death That I might live From him I draw my breath Depart ye damned spirits I have cast My self for sin I 've griev'd for what is past Thus said they quit the room With that he rais'd His feeble 〈◊〉 and in his heart he prais'd Him that had bought his Freedom But he spi'd As he went down once more his mother ti'd But not from motion in her winding sheet He thought to gain his freedom in the street But could