The Authors Morall to his Ciuell Diuell

Come Nouice, come, see here the fall of youth,
Begun in pleasure, but wouen vp in rueth:
See what occurrents meete the heires of shame,
Where end is pouerty, and cloz'd ill-name?
See what the fruits be of licentious sin
That end in woe as they in heate begin?
See painted Sodom-apples faire to th'eye,
But being tutcht they perish instantly.
See, see a wanton Mere-mayd, that does sing,
To bring youths crazie backe to ruining.
See Vertue in pretence, but vice in deed.
See Harlots action in a Matrons weede:
See damned Factors who their trafficke make,
Not for their soule but for the diuels sake.
See my coach't Lady hurried long the street,
Casting her lusts-eyes on whos'ere she mee
See, see her cerus cheeke, made to delight
Her apple-squire, or wanton Marmosite.
See, see her braided haire, her paps laide out,
Which witnesse how she'le do when she's put to 't,
O see she likes vpon th'condition well,
So she may coached be she'le goe to hell,
And willingly: see see adulterate golde,
In valew worst, yet is the deerest solde.
See Albions curse, Youths gulph, Heires misery,
Our Countries shame, soules staine earths vanity.
O Sunne reflect thy gould on my pale Moone,
And let this Dathans braunch be rooted soone,
Out of this flourie isle: O let not this
(So hideous a crime) eclipse the blisse
Which Britaine now possesseth, may my penne,
Be steeped now in wormewood, that such men
As haue beene'erst delighted, now may be,
Wain'd from that land-oppressing miserie.
And you (damn'd prostitutes) that pawn your name,
Making a triuiall may-game of your shame;
Bed-broaking lechers, Broakers of ill ware,
For many such base factors now there are)
Heare me spit out my malice: May you liue,
Till you haue nought to take, nor none to giue,
For your ore-iaded pleasure: may you stand
Banisht for euer in this Fruitfull land,
Which fares the worse (and that by Heauens high power)
For giuing harbour to an odious whoore.
May you detested liue, intestate die,
And as I doubt not make your Tragedy
By death more wofull: may your vlcerous skin,
As it beares here the marks of your fowle sin:
Like to the Iewes as they did earst appeare,
Who in their fore-parts circumcised were)
Be circumcis'd: that after times may shew,
There was small difference twixt the whore and Iewe.
And you poore haire brain'd youths that doe begin
To nestle in these lothsome sinkes of sin;
You that spend substance, heritance and all,
Becomming subiect to a doubtfull fall:
You that are sent to practise studious arts,
But leauing them, betake to worser parts
Your vnfledg'd fancies: heare me, and you'le say,
It seemes he wisht vs well another day.
Flie the strange woman, let her wanton looke,
Be vnto you as some experientst booke;
Prescribing cures for strange diseases be
As if you did not note, or did not see
Her sin-alluring motiues: if she smile
Conster it thus: this wanton would beguile
With her affected seeming, if she play
With her light capring foote, or bid you stay
(So brazen fac't is sin) away from thence.
Taxe, but affect not, her loth'd impudence.
If she shew modestie (as well she may)
For whoores haue change of faces euery daie
Vicing new fashions: you may conster thus,
It is a painted but no natiue blush.
If she protest (beleeue not what she sayth))
For there's no whore but can dispense with faith:
If she inuite you to some dainty feast
Be not entreated, least like Circes beast,
You be transform'd from that same forme diuine
Vnto the bestiall nature of a swine,
If she allure thee to some wanton sport
In that she moues you to it, care not for't
Let St. foote be (such follies lust affoord)
" For fairest play is euer aboue boord.
Redart not eyes with her: if she looke red
Say its her guilt, if pale distempored
With some lasciuious passion: if conceipt
Be pregnant in her, sweare its but deceipt
To draw thee on: if sullen, it may be thought
Her weight of sin has that distraction wrought.
If she discourse, its but some whorish tale
That she perchance has purchas't by retaile;
If silent, 't may be thought she's plotting ill,
And that's the cause her oily tongue is still:
If seeming modest, vertuous or precise,
Its her dissembling, making her lusts eyes
Like Basilisks (who naturally haue
Desire to kill, where they do seeme to saue.)
If hope of meanes: fie, let no Generous minde,
Stoope to so base a lure, as be inclin'de,
To buy a stipend at so deare a rate,
" As gage a soule, to get a little state.
If discontent: this is no remedie
Vnto thy griefe, but ads to miserie:
For who (through discontent) goes to a Whoore,
Must needs be more deiected then before.
If an enforced marriage (as who can)
Taste still the sweete of comforts, being man:
This is no way to ease thy troubled head,
To make thy selfe adulterize thy Bed.
If to spend time: how ill is that spent time,
Which adds vnto that great accompt of thine
Thousands of accusations? where thy looke
Shall beare record (if wanton) in that booke,
Where all our actions duely written be
From youth to man, to Age from infancy:
If for acquaintance (as oftimes we heare)
The greatest men are most acquainted there;
Thou seeks amisse, for what's acquaintance worth,
By birth borne great, to bastardise their birth.
If to obserue new fashions, tricks not knowne
Before of thee: 'lasse those must needs be growne
Quite out of fashion, when there's none that vse thē
Saue Pandors, Bawds, & whoors that stil abuse them.
If to be deem'd a Turne-ball roring lad
Of all the straines that be there's none so bad:
"These glorie in deformed shapes, and thirst
After that guize which doth beseeme them worst:
But wouldst thou know them? then attend to me,
(And I in few words will describe them thee.
Their peak't mouchatoes bodkin wise oppose
Each other, and stand brauing of their nose:
They're blustering boyes, and whatsoe're befall,
If they be three to one they'le haue the wall.
They haue a mint of oaths, yet when they sweare,
Of death and murder, there's small danger there:
Buffe-yerkins say their souldiers, (but's not so,)
For they were prest indeed but durst not goe.
They weare a Cutlers-shop euer about them:
Yet for all that we need not greatly doubt them.
For tak't from me by this you soon'st may know thē,
They weare the desperat'st blades, yet dare not draw them.
They're Panders by profession, men that get
A slauish meanes out of a seruile wit:
They're euer soaking of a pipe, whose smoake
Makes them contort & wreath their wainskot look
To euery fashion, they are monstrous proud,
And what-soere they speake they sweare its good:
They neuer goe to Church, vnlesse it be
To man their whore, or for formalitie.
They are and are not: seeming men by sight,
But beasts, becomming slaues to appetite:
Their walke is not where Vertue hath recourse,
(For to discourse of Vertue is a curse)
To Roring-boyes: their Rende-voue's Tibb Calles
Her shrowd their shrine, their walk's in Garden-allies
Dost see these (youngling)? pray thee see and mark,
A whore enticing, and a god-lesse sharke
Attending her, haue a good eye to him,
Pray thee beware he's instrument of sinne:
Goe not along, let my aduise enforce,
Least thou returne (my boy) by weeping crosse.
Let not, ô let not moment of delight,
Depriue thy soule of her internall light,
Shame not thy eye of reason with expence
Of ill spent time, expos'd to th'vse of sence.
Thy form's Diuine, no fading, vading flower:
O let not then th'embraces of a whore
Captiue thy iudgement, but as thou dost take
Thy Great Creators forme, so for his sake,
Reserue thy Temple (if thou 'le liue with him,
To be for Syon, not for place of Sinne.