Nor Mountebank Bills in the Streets you shall find,
For they'l keep in their lies, when the Devil is Blind.
Your Lady of pleasure that us'd for to rant,
And Coach it about with her lusty Gallant,
Will then become modest, and find a new way
To live like a Nun in a Cloyster all day:
Her Pride, and her painting she never will mind,
But seem like a Saint when the Devil is blind.
Yea the Bullies themselves that did use for to rore,