_Thus still the Bawd drives on her Trade of Sin;_
_By whom unthinking Fools are often drawn in_
_Her Feet are Snares, infectious is her Breath;_
_The Pox her Punishment, her end is Death._

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CHAP. VI.

_Of a Ladies Steward that was drawn in by a Bawd, and turn'd out into
the Street naked._

A Bawd of the better sort, that us'd to provide Jilts for Men of figure,
had appointed a Person of Quality whom she was to furnish with a fresh Bit,
to meet her at a certain Tavern near _West-Smithfield_; and waiting there
for him, it happen'd that there came into the next Room a Country
Gentleman, who was a Steward to a Lady of a good Estate, and another
Gentleman who liv'd in _London_, and was to pay him fifty Guineas, which he
also did. After he had paid his Money, and the Steward had given him a
Receipt, they drank a Glass of Wine together, and talk'd of their
Acquaintance in the Country; and then the Steward ask'd how such and such
Persons did in _London_, and the Gentleman answer'd him accordingly: Among
others the Gentleman ask'd him if he did'nt know Mrs. _Pierpoint_? I did
know her formerly, said the Steward; but 'tis so long since I saw her, that
I have now quite forgot her: She's grown ancient, says the Gentleman, but
she has a Daughter that is a very fine Woman: Is she married says the
Steward? No, says the Gentleman, but she deserves a good Husband, for she's
very Handsome; and not only so, but she has a good Portion. After this
Discourse, the Gentleman takes a Glass, Come Mr. _Brightwell_ said he, to
the Steward, here's a good Health to Mrs. _Pierpoint_ and her Daughter Mrs.