From hence they go unfurnisht of a whore,
Crying, Confound us, we mistook the doore.
Then Next to them c••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 pra••senti is his owne by heart.