Our Tapster hearing that his Master was in health, returned home, resolving for the future, never to hazard his life with so great a peice of cowardize; and to speak the truth, it was high time to leave off, since they were shrewdly suspected by the whole Town to be High-way men, they being seen so often together on Horse-back, both early and late. My Trade however diminisht not, for I was taken notice of, all the Country round, to be a dealer in secrets, and ready money commodities; nay, there were not a few honest mens wives, that would not stick to trust me in the disposal of the whole _Cargo_ of their reputation. Nay, I was so excellent at my art, that neither Privateer, nor Publican would act any difficult matter without my advice. I could Pimp, if occasion served most incomparably; and I was lookt upon as the best _Procuress_ in all our Countrey; which I would not have been, but that I was so much tyred with my daily, nay, hourly Visitants; for though Age and Time have conspired to ruine the glories of my face, I can assure you, the remains may inform any they were good. Being so generally noted not only for my beauty, but my art in _Pandarizing_, a Song was composed on me by some riming _Doggril_ or other, which I will sing you thus, and so finish the Story of my former lifes actions, 1. _At the Sign of the_ Swan _There liveth a man, I go not about to deceive you; Ten thousand to one, If you come, he is gone, That his Wife may the better receive you._ 2. _Lovely brown is her hair, Her face comely fair, Her waste you may span, ’tis so slender; Negro black are eyes, Passing white are her thighs, All the allurements of_ Venus _attend her._ 3. _Her Twins of delight, (Which are alwayes in sight) Her breasts which are whiter than snow, By their panting do beat An Alarm to the feat, To combate her Lovers below._ 4. _With her smiles she invites To taste her delights; Which I would, if I durst so presume; But I fear she hath fires Which will quench my desires, But my body to ashes consume._ 5. _She’s an excellent_ Pimp, _The_ Devils _best_ Imp; _She’s a_ Bawd, _she’s a whore, that’s too common If you intend for to fly Hells flames, come not nigh; She’s a thing, that is worse than a_ Woman. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAP. VI.