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,