The Whores and Bawds Answer to the Fifteen Comforts of Whoring | Page 2

it is the mishap,
Sometimes for him that Ruts
to get a Clap,
Or an Invetrate Pox which may expose
His private
Sports by Eating off his Nose;
How many by hard Drinking will Roar
out
With Aches, Rheumatism's or the Gout,
When in that gorging,
guzling, tipling Sin
There is not half the Pleasure, that there's in,


The soft Embraces of a Woman who
Altho' she is not to one Moral
true,
Does strive to please your height of amorous Lust, With such a
ravishing and pleasing Gust,
That wou'd an Eunuch tempt to tast the
same,
But that he Tools does want to play the Game.
_The fourth Comfort of Whoring answer'd._
Tho' Buboes, Nodes and Ulcers are the Marks,
Of many a wanton
Beau and am'rous Sparks
And many a lustful Lecher oft complains

Of restless Days and damn'd nocturnal Pains,
Nays go into a Flux o
dozen Weeks,
Is't not the Man himself these Sorrow seeks?
Besides,
how often see you go astride
A Miss, as if she was with Packthread
ty'd;
Who's Poxt and Clapt as much as you can be,
And undergoes a
deal of Misery,
To give your wanton Appetites content,
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feeding you with Flesh, altho' in Lent:
Therefore as the old Woman
very Tart
Once said, when against Thunder she did Fart,
'Twas only
tit for tat, so if the Men
Do clap the Whores, and Whores Claps them
agen,
Tis only tit for tat; tis very true,
What's good for Goose is
good for Gander too.
_The fifth Comfort of Whoring answer'd._
What if a Man is in a marry'd State?
Confin'd to one does am'rous
Heat abate,
Or shew me him (altho' he were in need.)
That always
wou'd upon one Diet feed
When once a Woman's by a Man enjoy'd

For good and all, his Appetite is cloy'd.
Therefore he fixes on some
wanton Miss
Whom rather than his Wife behalf he'd Kiss,
For as
it's oft reported now a days,
A Thing that's fresh, fresh Courage, too
will raise
_The Sixth Comfort of Whoring, Answer'd_
What Man wou'd shun the Plagues of Pox and Pills,
Or all the ails
that are in Doctors Bills,
Rather than not be circled in the Arms
Of
one that tempts you with a thousand Charms,
And tho' she long has

lost her Maidenhead,
Yet such Dexterity she'll shew in Bed,
That,
Sir, your Mouth wou'd water o're and o're,
To feed again upon a
skilful Whore.
_The seventh Comfort of Whoring Answer'd._
'Tis true, the Fop that thinketh to secure'd
To himself, in private
Lodgins some fine Whore
He is a Fool, for she'll not be confin'd,

To any Man altho' he's are so kind;
For being then high Pampered
and Fed,
In absence of her Cull she takes to Bed
Another, that with
Gold allures her too,
That she may not to her Gallant be true;
For
thinks she, when her Chap is tir'd quite,
And turns her off in others to
delight,
From all she can she'll privately receive,
Which may her
great Necessities relieve,
When that she bids adieu her Master's Bed,

To get by publick jilting Tricks her Bread.
_The eighth Comfort of Whoring, Answer'd._
If any Man's in Love with any Whore,
Why ought he not to lavish all
his Store
Upon her? Since, to make the Fop admire,
Those prety
Features which sets him a fire,
She's often at the Charge of Velvit
Hoods,
Silk Stockins, Velvit Scarves and other Goods,
Lac'd Shoes,
rich Mantoe's, Gloves and Diamond Rings Fine Linnen, Gowns, and
other costly things.
_The ninth Comfort of Whoring Answer'd_
If any has a Jilt some time sustain'd,
Who has imperious o're his
Pocket reign'd,
And he's grown weary of so sweet a Life,
Or else
being jealous takes to him a Wife;
The Whore can do no less than
fling and tear,
And on th' inconstant Coxcomb Vengeance swaer,

For leaving her in this her state of Sin;
And let the World know what
the Spark has been,
Unless a Pension he to her allows,
That she
may not his Roguery disclose.

_The tenth Comfort of Whoring Answer'd._
T'is true we Harlots work by various means,
And act our Parts behind
too diff'rent Scenes;
Sometimes we do a Bastard lay to those,
That
never did so much as touch our Cloaths;
Perhaps too ne'er were in our
Company,
So Guineas get by this same Subtilty;
And many times a
Pocket too we pick,
For at no mischief will a Strumpit stick;
For
once a Woman's bad, there's no relief
By being only Whore, but also
Thief.
_The Eleventh Comfort of Whoring, Answer'd._
We'll have you know, of Whores are very few,
That will to any Man
be ever true;
To us all Men for Money are alike,
With Skips as soon
as Beaus we bargains strike;
And gad no sooner is a Cully gone,

But quick another in his Room gets on.
_The Twelfth Comfort of Whoring Answer'd._
Besides great Charges we are at for Cloaths,
To tempt the Fancies of
our cringing Beaus,
We Pimps and Bullies keep to be our Bail,

When Sharping Bailiffs nabb us for a Jayl.
_The Thirteenth Comfort of Whoring Answer'd._
Again as we to _Bridewel_ oft are sent,
To undergo a flauging
Punishment,
A bribe to him that Whips