Produced by David Starner, Keith Edkins and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. THE London-Bawd: WITH HER CHARACTER AND LIFE: Discovering the Various and Subtle Intrigues OF Lewd Women * * * * * The Third Edition. LONDON, Printed for _John Gwillim_ near _Sun Yard_, in _Bishopsgate-Steet_, 1705. Price 3 _s_ * * * * * THE London-Bawd. * * * * * CHAP. I. _Her Character: Or what she is._ A BAWD Is the Refuse of an Old Whore, who having been burnt herself, does like Charcoal help to set greener Wood on Fire; She is one of Natures Errata's, and a true Daughter of _Eve_, who having first undone herself, tempts others to the same Destruction. She has formerly been one of _Sampson's Foxes_, and has carried so much fire in her Tail, as has burnt all those that have had to do with her: But the mark being out of her Mouth, and she grown past her own Labour, yet being a well-wisher to the Mathematicks, she sets up for a Procurer of fresh Goods for her old Customers. And so careful she is to help Men to good Ware, that she seldom puts a Comodity into their hands, but what has been try'd before; and having always prov'd well, thinks she can Warrant 'em the better. She's a great Preserver of Maiden-heads; for tho' she Exposes 'em to every new Comer, she takes care that they shall never be lost: And tho' never so many get it, yet none carries it away, but she still has it ready for the next Customers. She thinks no Oracle like that of Fryar _Bacon_'s brazen-Head, and is very forward to tell you that _Time Was_ when the best Gentlemen wou'd have prefer'd her before any Lady in the Land: But when She repeats _Time's Past_, She makes a Wicked Brazen Face, and even weeps in the Cup, to allay the Heat of her Brandy. She's a great Enemy to all Enclosures, for whatever she has, she makes it common. She hates _Forty One_ as much as an old Cavalier, for at that Age she was forc'd to leave off Whoring and turn Bawd: Her Teeth are all fallen out; at which her Nose and her Chin are so much concern'd, that they intend to meet about it in a little time, and make up the difference. She's the most like a _Medlar_ of any thing, for she's never _ripe_ till she's _rotten_. She is never without store of _Hackney Jades_, which she will let _any one Ride_, that will _pay for their hire_. She is the very Magazine of Taciturnity; for whatever she sees, she says nothing; it being a standing Maxim with her, _That they that cannot make Sport, shou'd spoil none_. She has Learnt so much Philosophy as to know that the Moon is a dark-Body, which makes her like it much better then the Sun, being more Suitable for her Business: Besides she's still _changing Quarters_, now Waxing and then Waining, like her: Sometimes i'th' Full, and flush'd with store of Customers; and at another time i'th' Wane, and beating Hemp in _Bridewel_. She has been formerly a Pretender to