_Here lies a Man who would not Warning take,_ _And now for others may a Warning make:_ _He spent his Substance upon _Bawds_ and _Whores_,_ _Destroy'd his Wife, turn'd's Children out of Doors._ _And yet when all was spent, and he grown Poor,_ _He was forsaken both by _Bawd_ and _Whore_._ _Let all henceforth of _Bawds_ and _Whores_ beware,_ _By whom he was betray'd to black Despair._ _Thus Reader, by this Story thou may'st see_ _How by Lewd Women Men deluded be:_ _The _Bawd's_ the Setter, and the Shameless _Whore__ _Sucks him so dry, she quickly makes him Poor._ _First of his Wit, then of his Wealth bereaves him;_ _And when she has got all she can, she leaves him._ _Then let all Mankind loath this filthy Jade,_ _Since Ruin and Destruction is her Trade._ * * * * * CHAP. V. _How an _Irish-Footman_ was drawn into a Bawdy-House and what followed._ It happen'd not long since that a _Dear Joy_ for his Dexterity in running, was entertain'd into the Service of an English-Gentleman, who had put him into a good new Livery; and his Master having occasion to send him for a pair of Shooes he had bespoke, gave him five Shillings to pay for them; which a Bawd happening to see, and over-hear, thought presently she might bring in _Teague_ for a Customer; and therefore as soon as he had parted with his Master, she catches hold of him, as he came by her door & told him that a Countrey-man of his was within, and had a great Mind to drink one Pot of Ale with him; _A Country Mons of mine_, says the Shamrogshire Nimble Heels! _Now Pox tauk you but me tank you for your Loof, and be me Shoul, so mush baust as I been, I shall mauk Drink upon my Country-Mons; for fait and trot now dear Joy, Eirish Mons never been base_; and so in a doors he comes; and the Bawd has him into a Room presently, and tells him she'll go call his Country-man; but instead of his Country-man, sends in a Whore to him; who at her coming, thus accosted him, Country-man I am very glad to see you; I have got a Pot of Ale at your Service for St. _Patrick_'s sake; and the old Bawd having brought in a Pot, the Wench takes it up, Here, says she, here's a good health to St. _Patrick_: _Wid all mine heart_, said the Teague-Lander, _& Pox tauk me as I no mauk Pledge upon him_; and thereupon pledg'd her, & drank a good draught; and then the Jade beginning to be sweet upon him, he was so well pleas'd, that he forgot his Errant; and fell a kissing her; upon which she ask'd him to go up stairs, to which he readily consented: and there she let him take all the Liberty he had a Mind to; for which to recompence her, the Bog-trotter gave her Six-pence.--But when he came down, the Bawd ask'd him how he lik'd his Country-Woman, and whether she had pleas'd him? _Fait and Trot now, dear Joy_, says he, _I have made very good like upon her; the Devil confound-ye, but she's a foin