The VVhoremongers Conuersion,
And his Exhortation to's worshipfull friend,
To leaue haunting whores; from his words this wasptenn'd:
And at his request, which makes the Author bolder:
It is to be sung like the maunding Souldier.
GOod your Worship cast your eye,
Vpon a whore-house scornfully
Let not their painted faces gay,
Driue from your heart all grace away:
but like a Neaphite,
abandon quite
all sensuall pleasure and delight:
and then you soone shall finde
a swéets contented minds,
and haue your purse still better linde.
To beg I was not borne, swéet sir,
Yet this petition I preferre
Vnto your worship: which may giue
You good instructions how to liue,
leaue following of Whores,
and them that roares,
oh doe not come within their doores,
and then you soone will finde
a swéet contented minde
and haue your purse still better linde.
I'de scorne to make comparison,
With a Iew, a Turke, or Sarizon:
That in their liues ne'r tasted grace,
But still haue runne a wicked race:
yet in bad desires,
call'd Cupids fires,
they passe not you, then néed requires,
that you your Whores forsake,
and better courses take,
or else you'll feele th' infernall Lake.
Then scorne those painted counterfeits,
That get their meanes by wicked sleights,
They'll learne you so much parly French,
From you shall come a rotten stench,
and at last you shall
be forst to fall,
[...]ith Surgeons hands, o'th Hospitall:
there you shall lye and rot
this is by Whoring got,
then good your worship vse it not.
For I (sir) limping lame haue béene,
Sore bitten by the Scorpiuns kéene,
In a bawdy house I vs'd to roare,
Till all my ioynts were pocky sore:
all this I haue endur'd,
which vice procur'd,
and since of health I am assur'd,
I will doe what I can,
to hinder euery man
from that base course which once I ran.
Thrice thorou the skull I haue béene shot,
Till all my haire came off, God wot,
I haue at least a doozen times
Béene apprehended for these crimes:
the Constable and Watch
oft did me catch.
thus I disgrace got by the match:
and so shall euery one
that does as I haue done:
then, good your worship, wenching shun.
The second part,
To the same tune.
AT pot and pipe I lost mine eye,
In quarrell most vnluckily:
To old-stréet end, though then a lad,
Foure wenches at one time I had:
oh you would little wéene,
that I haue béene
a Champion vnto many a Quean:
I haue béene beaten sore,
ith quarrell of a whore,
but now I will be so no more.
I comming from a play was tane,
By th' Marshals men in Golding-lane,
And stripped out of money quite,
Exchanging Gold for Siluer white:
thus in poore aray
I hrisoner lay,
vntill my friends the debd did pay,
for a bond of my word I past,
and thus was scorn'd at last:
then good your worship liue more chaste.
There's no bad place that you can name,
But I haue bin in't, the more's my shame;
In Turnbull stréet and Bloomesbury,
I haue playd my part most shamelesly:
at Blackman-stréet I haue
like a lustfull knaue,
receiu'd what welcome harlots gaue:
and at Rosemary lane
I did two whores maintaine,
but now their basenesse I disdaine.
And since I haue béene at Cow-crosse
So punisht with my Purses losse:
Since that at Pickt-hatch I by chance
Learn'd French of one that ne'r saw France:
there I lost my cloake,
which almost broke
me quite: all this for truth is spoke,
and now I hom ame come
with a newly mended bum,
such hap Ioue kéepe your worship from.
And now my case you vnderstand,
Good sir, let me this boone demand:
That you'll be warn'd by me, and leaue
These damned Queanes that will bereaue
not onely you of wealth,
but bodies health,
nay that's not all, for they by stealth
will steale your soule away,
to be the deuils prey:
then swéet sir, leaue them while you may.
I pray your worship thinke on me,
That am a poore man, as you sée:
Yet once I was with wealth indude,
Which I haue spent with strumpets lewd
and so will you in time,
if this your prime
you waste away in such a crime:
but I for you will pray,
that you may mend this day.
Oh swéet sir, think of what I say.
M.P.
FINIS.
London Printed for Fr. Cowles.