Country-dirt: some whereof, were persons of no mean quality, which came thither to satisfie (what was impossible to do) their insatiate lusts, and therefore enacted that Law or Custom of depositing ten pieces, meerly to incite such who were confident of themselves to make trial of their skill for the lucre of gain; and to the intent that it might not be discovered, either by their Husbands, or such relations or friends that had received causes of jealousie, they had their peeping-holes, where they might plainly and fully see such who came upon the like accounts. If the Gentleman was unknown to that Gentlewoman whose Picture he elected to bear him company that night, she with much freedom would appear, and tender her self as the subject of his pleasure; otherwise abscond her self. If so, and the Gentleman press hard for a sight of her the Picture represented, why then Madam Bawd finds some excuse or other, as that Picture she bought casually at second-hand as she past through _Long-lane_, or that it was the gift of some friend of hers; with many other fictions, meerly to make him desist from the pursuance of his desires. Being very much pleased in the satisfaction of my fancy, I took my leave, not without some acknowledgement thereof, in these consequent lines. _What is a _Bawdy-house_? I fain would know: It is a thing appears so by the show. Is that a _Brothel_, or an house of State, Where Tip-staff Porters do attend the gate? Then there are many noble ones I see, And Palaces may Courts of Bawa’ry be: This was a stately house, and yet was such; In stately houses Ladies take a touch. It must be so, th’ have little else to do, Then study how to answer those that woo. Such pamper’d flesh must yield, and few gain-says Their own lusts motions, but with formal nays; Rather then want that satisfaction, most Stick not to purchase it, though at the cost Of health and wealth; delighting thus in sence, They never think too much the recompence. Why should they then fond souls rail at an Whore, Since they themselves are on that very score? And damn all _Brothels_ too to Hell; but stay What house is not a _Brothel-house_ I pray? Many I’ve seen, with this none can compare; A new Exchange where Ladies sell their Ware To none; they scorn thereon to set a price, But leave it solely to the Chapman’s choice: No Sale-shop, but a Game at _In_ and _In_; Throw _In_ and _In_ but ten times, and you win. Here by a female Council ’twas judg’d fit, He that reaps pleasure here, must pay for it; Not with his purse, so much as brawny back, Solely affecting such who hold them tack: And to provoke men on, no want of wine;