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ashamed to do such a filthy act before him, then before men? I am sure, thou art not so shamlesse, but thou wouldst blush to have the meanest commoner in London see thee, in the action of thy filthy lust, and dost thou not shame more to have God, the maker of all things see thee, who revengeth sinne with death; he whose eyes are cleerer then the sunne, who is the searcher of the heart, and holdeth vengeance in his hands to punish sinners? Oh, let us tremble, that we but once durst have such a wanton communication, in the hearing of his Divine Majesty, who pronounceth damnation for such as give themselves over to adultery. It is not possible, saith the Lord, for any whoremaster, or lascivious wanton, to enter into the kingdome of God; for such sinnes, whole cities have sunke, kingdomes have beene destroyed; and, though God suffer such wicked livers to escape for a while, yet, at length, he payeth home in this world, with beggry, shame, diseases, infamy; and in the other life, perpetuall damnation. Weigh but the inconvenience, that growes through thy loose life, thou art hated of all that are good, despised of the vertuous, and only well thought of, of reprobates, rascals, ruffians, and such as the world hates, subject to their lust, and gaining thy living at the hands of every diseased leacher. O, what a miserable trade of life is thine, that livest of the vomit of sin, in hunting after maladies : But suppose, while thou art young, thou art favoured of thy companions; when thou waxest old, and that thy beauty is faded, then thou shall be lothed and despised, even of them that profest most love unto thee: Then, good sister, call to mind the basenesse of thy life, the hainous outrage of thy sin, that God doth punish it with the rigour of his justice. Oh, thou art made beautifull, faire, and well formed; and wilt thou then, by thy filthy lust, make thy body, which, if thou be honest, is the temple of God, the habitation of the divell ? Consider this, and call to God for mercy, and amend thy life: Leave this house, and I will become thy faithfull friend in all honesty, and use thee as mine owne sister. At this, such a remorse of conscience, such a fearefull terror of my sin strook into my mind, that I kneeled down at his feet, and with teares besought him, that he would helpe me out of that misery, for his exhortation had caused in me a lothing of my wicked life, and I would not only become a reformed woman, but hold him as deare as my father that gave me life; whereupon, he kist me with teares, and so we went downe together, where we had further communication, and presently he provided me another lodging, where I not only used my selfe honestly, but also was so penitent, every day in teares for my former folly, that he tooke me to his wife; and how I have lived since, and lothed filthy lust, I referre my selfe to the Majesty of God, who knoweth the secrets of all hearts.
Thus, country-men, I have publisht the conversion of an English curtezan, which, if, any way, it be profitable, either to forwarne youth, or withdraw bad persons to goodnesse, I have the whole end of my desire; only craving, every father would bring up his children with carefull nurture, and every young woman respect the honour of her virginitie.
A MEDICINE, A POISON, A SERPENT, FIRE, AND
Whereunto is added divers new Epigrams nevers before printed.
The fifth Edition, with more new Additions.
London, printed for Richard Harper, and are to be sold at his shop, at the
Hospital-Gate, 1638. Duodecimo, containing eighteen pages.
The Frontispiece, or Meaning of the wooden Picture, in the Title-Page.
This little emblem here doth represent
true love is heavenly and divine.
To the new-married Man.
YOUNG man, that now hast ventur'd on a wife, And know'st not the conditions of her life ; For thou may'st live perhaps with her a year, Before her qualities to thee appear: Make much of her on whom thy love is plac'd, Be sure thou offer not the first distaste : For, if thou dost, thou openest a way, For discontent to enter in I say ; If she be kind of nature, mild, and chaste, Make much of her, for thou a jewel hast; If she be quarrelsome, and curs'd of nature, Why policy will tame the fiercest creature. Lions and tigers by policy are tamed, And other creatures, which here are not named. Some men will beat their wives, but that's the way, To make them obstinate and go astray ; Others no means unto their wives allow, And say, that is the way to make them bow; But such as these are knaves and clownish boors, For that's the way to make them to be whores. But, if thou seest her strive to wear the breeches, Then strive to overcome her with kind speeches. If this will not prevail, why then be sure, That such a wife as she is quite past cure, With evil company refuse to go, For that's enough to make a sheep a shrew. And to this end that thou should st careful be, Here thou shalt know what I have done for thee. If that a woman's tongue seem strange unto thee, I'll shew what good or evil they may do thee. Into five parts this tongue I will divide, The first part is the best, as shall be try'd ; And these be they in order written under, A Salve, a Poison, a Serpent, Fire, and Thunder; And first a woman's tongue a salve I'll prove, If she be one that doth her husband love,
How a Woman's Tongue may be said to be a Medicine.
THERE was a comely, handsome, proper maid,
your disease is, come give me your hand ;
your senses and
you, that are of all men held discreet,
love and me well respect, Banish that vice, sweet-heart, and now reject That company
you esteem so dear, That ne'er will leave you till they leave you
bare. So with such words as these she did prevail, For she, poor heart, could neither scold nor rail: And her kind loving words were not in vain, For he was never after drunk again. O happy men that do such wives enjoy, Whose tongues are medicines to cure annoy.
How a Women's Tongue may be said to be a Poison.
A MAN that had a nimble-tongued wife, With whom he iv'd a discontented life: For she would tell all that her husband did, And from her gossips nothing should be did. If he sometimes did come home drunk to bed, About the town it should be published. If he a woman do salute or kiss, Why all the town forsooth must know of this. This made the poor man weary of his life, Because he had such an unnatral wife, Upon a time to his neighbour's house he went, . Much vex'd in inind, and wond'rous discontent. He sits him down, but not a word he spake, Until his buttons from his doublet brake; It seems his heart, poor man, with grief was thrust, Which made his buttons from his doublet burst. He swelld, as if he poisoned had been, Which caused them to call their neighbours in; Which when the people saw, quoth they, the man Is surely poison'd; so away they ran, Some for strong waters, some for sallet oil ; Which when he saw, he could no less but smile: Quoth he, 'tis true, it was a woman's tongue, That hath, like poison, done me so much wrong.