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_._

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