There is nothing daunts her so much as the Approach of _Shrove-Tuesday_; for she's more afraid of the Mob, than a Debtor of a Serjeant, Or a Bayliff in an Inns of Court. He that hath past under her hath past the Equinoctial; and he that escapes her, has Escap'd a Rock which Thousands have been split upon to their Destruction. Thus have I briefly represented my Bawd unto the Readers View in her own proper Colours, and set her forth in a true Light. I will therefore thus conclude her Character. __A Bawd_ is the chief instrument of evil,_ __Tempter_ to _Sin_, and _Factor_ for the _Devil__ _Whose sly Temptations has undone more Souls_ _Than there are Stars between the Worlds two Poles._ _She ruines _Families_ to advance her _Treasure_,_ _And reaps her _Profit_ out of others _Pleasure_:_ _Pleasures attended with so black a stain,_ _That they at last end in _Eternal Pain_._ _Her ways so various are, they're hard to tell,_ _By which she does betray poor Souls to Hell._ _Smooth is her _Tongue_, and Subtile are her ways_ _And by _false Pleasures_ to _True Pain_ betrays._ _The _Bane of Virtue_, and the _Bawd_ to _Vice_,_ __Pander_ to _Hell_, is this _She-Cockatrice_._ _She's like the _Devil_, seeking every hour_ _Whom she may first _Decoy_, and then _Devour_:_ _Let every thinking Mortal then beware,_ _And, that he comes not near her House, take care:_ _For She'll Betray (her fury is so fell)_ _Your _Body_ to the _Pox_, your _Soul_ to _Hell_._ * * * * * CHAP. II. _Of Pimps and Panders, what they are: with a Dialogue between a Whore, a Pimp, a Pander, an old Bawd, and a Prodigal Spend-Thrift about Preheminence._