THE ROGUE DISCOVERED, OR A Congratulatory Verse upon a Book newly published( a Piece much desired, and long expected) called the English Rogue, a Witty Extravagant.  
Sold by Francis Kirkman, at the Princes Arms in Chancery Lane.  
Friend,  

HAd I but seen your Book in Manu-script,  
These lines had Prologuiz'd your pregnant Wit.  
Your Rogue is Prest; yet suffer( Sir) that I  
Give your deserving Rogue an elegy.  
Nor can I pass the Author, whose just famed  
Will live' ith' English Rogue, without a name.  
Were it prefixed, Wit had obtained its end;  
For but to speak thy Name, is to commend.  
Thy Book I read, and drew conceptions thence,  
Adam ne're knew in's single innocence.  
With knowledge travail man doth recompense,  
Although but seldom, yet with vast expense.  
But in thy Rogue, our purchase will appear  
Our cheap experience, though it cost thee dear.  
There may we travil safe, and in a trice  
Surround the Globe of Cheats, a World of 'vice.  
Thy Rogue, when in his non-age did commit  
Things that did flow from quintessence of Wit.  
A witty Rogue, and a notorious Thief,  
Whose life hereafter may surpass belief.  
From him we know, how Boys misspend their times  
In Waggeries, the blossoms of black crimes.  
If not prevented as they grow in age,  
Those Crimes( untimely) make them quit the Stage  
O'th' World. No sooner entrance have they made,  
But Law doth put an exit to their Trade.  
Masters may here, as in a mirror, see  
Th' Apprentice-party-colour'd Rogery.  
Both how he barters Ware, and moneys snips,  
To be a purchaser of wanton Lips.  
To drink and Whore so long, till in the close,  
By scenting Bawdy-houses loose his Nose.  
These common tricks hence forth won't do the feat  
They must find out some newer way to cheat.  
For thou hast glanced such light, the Master can  
With ease, if fraudulent, detect his man.  
Maids hence will wary be, and will not trust  
Guilded pretences, which do Pimp for Lust.  
No longer will the Trav'ler ride in fear,  
Since thou hast evidently made appear  
What Robbers are; who oftener change their shapes,  
Then Proteus did, or half a score French Apes.  
All their disguises are unmasked by thee,  
That we may shun the Rogue, the Rogue the three.  
In all known cheats, thy wit is copious found,  
As Wine in Conduits, when a King is crowned.  
And this we know in every Art or Trade,  
Ambition some Competitors has made.  
But Thou hast none. Hence I shall think, that when  
Some other piece has by some other Pen  
Been quaintly drawn, 'twill be of most the vogue,  
This is the Author's of the English Rogue.  
For which good work hereafter Ages shall,  
Give th' unknown Author thanks perpetual.   Id peragas vita, quod velles morte peractum.  
FINIS.  

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1666.