Notwithstanding I dayly thus, almost, cheated one or other, procuring thereby considerable sums of money, yet, by my drinking, Whoreing, and defending my self from such as I had wronged, I seldom kept any money by me. One day as I walk’d the streets securely, as I thought, a fellow fastned his _Flesh-Hooks_ on my Shoulder. Looking about to see what this sudden _clap_ meant, I saw a fellow behind me, whose face lookt ten times worse than those _Philistines_ that are pictured on Chimny pieces, seizing upon _Samson_; his mouth was as largely vaulted as that within _Aldersgate_; his Visage was almost eaten through with Pock-holes, every hole so big, that they would have served for Children to play at Cherry-pit; His Nose resembled an Hand-saw; take both Head and Face together, and it appeared like the Saracens on _Snow-hill_; questionless some _Incubus_ begot him on a Witch. Having a little recovered my self from my amazement, I askt him what his business was with me? He spake but little, leaving his errand to his Mace (which he shewed me) to relate. Away they carried me to _Woodstreet_ at the Kings-head, from whence I sent for Bail, which speedily came to me: having put in Bail to one Action, I found another enter’d: having done the like to that I found another, half a dozen more bearing it company; wherefore thanking my friends for the trouble I had put them to, I desired them to leave me, resolving to go to _Ludgate_. The two Serjeants that arrested me conducted me thither, having my name enter’d in the Paper-House, as Horses in _Smithfield_ are in the Tole-booth: _Cerberus_ turned the Key, and set the door as wide open as _Westminster_-Hall Gate in the Term-time to Country Client, to receive me from my Hell-guides, which puts me in mind of that old Verse, _Noctes atque dies patet atri janua ditis._