A looking-glass for wanton Women  
By the Example and Expiation of Mary Higgs, who was executed on Wednesday the 18th. of July, 1677. for committing the odious sin of Bu●gery, with her Dog, who was hanged on a three the same day, near the place of Execution; showing her penitent behaviour, and last speech at the Gallows.  
Tune of, In Summer time.  

With Allowance,  
Ro. L'Estrange.   
 woman being hanged  a man with a staff and a dog  

TO a sad story now give ear,  
of one who lived in this Land,  
It may make the stoutest heart to fear,  
and all vile Sinners trembling stand.   

A wicked woman lived of late,  
who did all honesty disdain;  
All Modesty she much did hate,  
and to her death did so remain.   

Lassiviousness she much did love,  
and Buggery was her delight,  
To wantonness she still did move,  
not thinking it would come to light.   

A mongrel cur which she did keep,  
and used to do that beastly act,  
In Court on her did fawn and leap,  
but now hath suffered for the fact.   

Near Cripple-gate her dwelling-place,  
where she did act this beastly sin,  
Which now hath brought her to disgrace  
that she long time hath wollowed in.   

She took delight in drunkenness,  
and as a Common Woman she,  
When she had drunk unto excess,  
then God above she would defy.    

The Second Part, To the same Tune  

Her chief desire was after mirth,  
and hearing of sweet Melodies,  
Thus wh●lst she lived upon the earth,  
Gods holy Laws she did despise.   

No precepts that could her control,  
so wicked was her wretched life,  
She like a Swine in mire did roll,  
which with her Husband caused some strife.   

Gods Holy word she much abused,  
and did profane his Sabbath-day,  
The company of those refused,  
who urged her to Repeat and Pray.   

There's scarce a sin that can be named,  
but what she strived for to commit,  
Her Lustful mind was so inflamed,  
that by no means she could quench it.   

But being now Co●demn'd by Law,  
on her past life she did rest it,  
The Worm of conscience did her gnaw,  
'cause Gods Commands she did neglect.   

O World, said she, thou canst not save,  
this soul of mine from pain and woe,  
No joys of Heaven I e're shall have,  
unless my sins I can forego.   

O eyes of mine that used to see,  
and take delights in Objects fair,  
Must ●ow behold where Devils be,  
poor Souls tormented in despair,   

I that was wont to sport and play,  
most wantonly in many a place,  
Must now depart from them away,  
the Flames of Hell for to embrace.   

Now unto you that stand me by,  
and hear what case my soul is in,  
See that you never guilty be,  
of any sad and heinous sin.   

Let Prayer be your meat and drink,  
your clothing be humility,  
On Gods just Laws be sure to think,  
that you the joys of Heaven may see.   

When this sad wretch her speech had done  
and tears in streaks run down her face;  
Would melt a heart of steel or ston,  
to think upon her woeful case.   

The Dog was hanged with her just by,  
a sad example let it be,  
To all that do Gods laws defy,  
and live as wickedly as she.   

Strive more & more Gods ways to love,  
that you may here live happily;  
Then you'l not miss sweet joys above,  
nor never be afraid to die,   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in West-smith-field, near the Hospital-gate.