The Fifteen Comforts of Whoring

The First Comfort of Whoring.

        No sooner Youth throws off his Infant Plays,
        The harmless Pastime of his happier Days
        But past a Child, is still in Judgement so,
        And studies first what he is not to know,
        Pleasure and Sence his easie Soul entice,
        Spurr’d forward by his Native Love to Vice: 
        A Mistress now his Fancy entertains,
        And Youthful Vigour boils within his Brains. 
        The poor lost Maid he do’s with Oaths intice;
        And loads his Soul with twenty Thousand Lyes;
        Promises Marriage, Love, a hundred things,
        Till both himself and her, he to destruction brings. 
        At length he finds his falsity repaid,
        And draws the Curse of Heaven on his Head.

The Second Comfort of Whoring.

By this some Lewder Harlot is Carrest,
Who plays the Tyrant in his Am’rous Breast;
The Charming Syren touches e’ery String,
To keep his busie Fancy on the Wing;
All by her whiles, she binds her Captive fast,
Sooths him at first, and bubbles him at last. 
To feed her Pride, clandestine means he’ll take,
Rob Friends, or Master; for the Harlot’s sake,
Still to the greatest Ill’s he do’s descend,
And Ruin only; Ruin Seals his End.

The Third Pleasure of a Town Life.

What Nature has not done, a Harlot will,
(For sure Destruction is her boasted Skill: 
One Scarce to the full Bloom of Life attain’d,
Before of Cramps and Aches he complains,
Curses the Jilt—­looks pale and wan withal: 
Wither’d like Fruit by their untimely fall,
Go’s thro’ a hated Course of nauseous Pills,
And spends a little thousand Pocky Bills: 
Perhaps at length he do’s get free from pain,
But the Effects on’t all his Life remain.

The Fourth Pleasure of a Town Life.

Another hardly does escape so well,
From Purgatory he drops into Hell;
Where like a branded Sacrifice he comes,
And in the Flame the Harlot lit, consumes: 
Of Buboes, Nodes, and Ulcers he complains,
Of Restless Days, and damn’d nocturnal Pains. 
Nor less than into six Weeks Flux he goes: 
Comes out a Shadow, pale and Meagre shews,
If Heaven spare that Ornament his Nose: 
Thus all his Youthful Vigor’s threwn away,
And e’re his time he dwindles to decay.

The Fifth Comfort of a Town Life.

This married, settled in the Joys of Life,
A handsom Trade, and an endearing Wife;
Does yet a mind incontinent betray,
And for a Night of Pleasure dearly pay: 
Having received a Favour from his Miss,
He kindly gives it to a Friend of his: 
The Wife, (for that the Marriage Rites say still)
Must bear a part both of the Good or Ill.