A late weary, merry voyage and journey, or, Iohn Taylors moneths travells by sea and land, from London to Gravesend, to Harwich, to Ipswich, to Norwich, to Linne, to Cambridge, and from thence to London : performed and written on purpose to please his friends and to pleasure himselfe in these unpleasant and necessitated times.
Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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A late weary, merry voyage and journey, or, Iohn Taylors moneths travells by sea and land, from London to Gravesend, to Harwich, to Ipswich, to Norwich, to Linne, to Cambridge, and from thence to London : performed and written on purpose to please his friends and to pleasure himselfe in these unpleasant and necessitated times.
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A
late
Weary
,
Merry
Voyage
,
And
Journey
:
OR
,
IOHN
TAYLORS
Moneths
Travells
,
By
Sea
and
Land
,
from
London
to
Gravesend
,
to
Harwich
,
to
Ipswich
,
to
Norwich
,
to
Linne
,
to
Cambridge
,
and
from
thence
to
London
:
Performed
and
written
on
purpose
to
please
his
Friends
,
and
to
pleasure
himselfe
in
these
unpleasant
and
necessitated
Times
.
Printed
in
the
Yeare
,
1650.
To
the
Judicious
,
or
Ignorant
Reader
,
the
Author
sends
this
loving
advertisement
.
Gentlemen
and
Yeomen
:
LET
mee
entreat
you
not
to
use
my
Booke
as
you
doe
your
Oysters
,
(
which
you
open
in
the
middle
)
it
is
not
so
handsome
entring
into
a
house
through
a
window
,
or
the
backside
,
as
it
is
in
the
front
or
foredoore
:
He
's
no
good
Courtier
that
falutes
a
faire
Lady
behinde
,
nor
can
that
Reader
finde
the
true
sense
of
any
Book
or
Pamphlet
that
begins
at
Finis
:
It
is
a
prepostrous
kinde
of
feeding
for
a
man
to
eate
his
Cheese
before
his
Rostmeat
,
and
after
that
to
sup
up
his
Broath
.
So
much
for
Introduction
and
Instruction
.
I
thanke
my
Dictionary
I
am
furnished
with
as
much
broken
Latine
as
declares
my
perambulating
condition
;
Vado
,
bids
mee
to
go
,
Vadens
,
commands
mee
to
bee
going
,
and
Vagu●
,
puts
mee
in
minde
of
wandring
,
but
quo
Gentium
fugiam
,
to
what
place
or
corner
of
the
World
shall
I
go
or
flye
to
,
there
lies
the
question
:
To
stay
at
home
I
was
in
a
starving
condition
,
and
to
go
from
home
,
I
was
in
a
Dillemma
or
wavering
betwixt
Hope
and
Diffidence
,
to
what
place
,
whither
,
to
whom
,
why
,
wherefore
,
and
how
my
resolution
was
constantly
inconstant
,
and
my
determinations
so
slippery
,
that
I
could
finde
no
steadfast
footing
in
my
minde
,
which
wayes
to
bend
my
course
:
But
considering
that
I
had
made
eleaven
Vagaries
,
Voyages
,
and
Journies
before
;
and
that
one
fling
more
would
make
my
Labours
a
douzen
(
much
like
the
twelve
Labours
of
Hercules
in
number
,
though
farre
unequall
in
quantity
,
quallity
,
weight
,
and
measure
)
To
make
my
uncertaine
Travells
a
compleate
Jury
,
I
framed
this
following
humorous
Bill
,
which
I
gave
to
divers
persons
of
sundry
Functions
,
Callings
,
Dispositions
,
and
Humours
.
Anno
Domini
,
1650.
VVHereas
John
Taylor
doth
intend
to
make
a
Progresse
this
Summer
(
hee
knowes
not
when
,
or
whither
)
to
see
some
Friends
in
the
Countrey
,
(
hee
knowes
not
who
,
)
being
certaine
that
his
Journey
and
entertainments
will
bee
(
hee
knowes
not
how
;
)
and
that
hee
purposeth
to
returne
againe
to
London
(
hee
knowes
not
what
time
;
)
and
that
hee
intends
to
write
a
Relation
of
his
perambulations
(
hee
knowes
wherefore
:
)
That
when
hee
doth
give
mee
(
or
cause
to
bee
delivered
to
mee
)
the
said
Relations
aforesaid
,
that
then
I
will
freely
give
to
him
for
the
same
,
in
good
English
money
,
the
summe
of
somewhat
;
though
neither
my selfe
,
or
hee
,
knowes
how
much
or
little
,
that
somewhat
may
bee
:
To
the
which
engagement
I
have
subscribed
my
name
and
dwelling
:
where
,
if
at
his
returne
,
hee
doe
kindly
finde
mee
,
hee
shall
friendly
feele
mee
.
TO
this
unfellowed
matchlesse
Bill
,
there
are
many
men
that
have
subscribed
to
pay
mee
money
for
this
Booke
at
my
returne
.
I
thanke
God
I
am
not
so
light
of
Beliefe
as
to
believe
that
they
will
all
pay
mee
;
nor
will
I
dispaire
〈◊〉
〈◊〉
some
are
as
willing
to
pay
as
they
were
to
subscribe
.
The
Countries
that
I
have
footed
,
have
been
fruitfull
,
plenteous
,
with
abundance
of
most
good
things
(
except
Newes
and
Cuckolds
)
but
such
stuffe
as
my
Observations
collected
,
I
ambled
to
distribute
to
delight
my
Friends
,
to
please
mine
Enemies
,
and
pleasure
my selfe
.
John
Taylor
.
A
late
Weary
,
Merry
Voyage
,
&c.
TIme
was
,
this
Land
was
sick
of
Peace
&
Wealth
,
And
War
,
and
Poverty
must
give
her
Health
:
Grave
Reformation
,
Physick
did
apply
,
And
Mars
himselfe
us'd
much
Phlebotomy
;
I
will
not
say
our
Land
was
full
of
Witches
To
charm
us
to
contemn
our
Peace
and
Riches
;
But
my
beliefe
is
fix'd
,
my
thoughts
are
pich'd
;
One
halfe
were
Witches
,
th'
other
halfe
bewitch'd
.
Stern
War
hath
let
us
bloodith
'
Master
vaine
,
And
many
a
pursie
purse
did
purge
and
draine
.
Thus
Plenty
made
us
proud
,
and
War
doth
show
How
good
Peace
was
,
and
how
our selves
to
know
.
Affliction
is
the
Line
,
the
Hooke
the
Net
To
catch
us
from
the
World
,
they
new
beget
Our
soules
to
Heav'n
,
and
by
a
gratious
Birth
Lifts
up
our
mindes
to
slight
this
sordid
Earth
.
And
I
doe
wish
all
Sects
,
strifes
,
contradictions
,
Would
make
such
use
of
England's
sad
afflictions
.
And
now
a
short
discourse
of
travelling
Of
Travellers
,
and
of
my
wandering
:
The
Sun
's
a
Traveller
(
and
a
great
one
too
)
In
twice
twelve
houres
,
he
round
the
World
doth
goe
;
The
Moone
surrounds
us
in
her
changing
spheare
,
Three
hundred
sixty
and
five
times
a
yeare
.
But
yet
the
thoughts
of
man
more
quick
doth
run
Then
flashing
lightning
,
or
the
Moone
or
Sun
.
My
restlesse
thoughts
can
in
a
moment
leape
To
Heaven
,
and
thence
to
the
infernall
deepe
.
To
Europe
,
Asia
,
and
America
,
To
the
orient
Indies
,
to
hot
Africa
;
The
Summer
,
Autumne
,
Winter
,
and
the
Spring
Are
in
perpetuall
motion
,
travelling
.
And
though
my
thoughts
(
like
other
men's
are
vaine
,
Winds
,
Seas
,
nor
Stormes
,
my
thinking
can
restraine
.
At
Travellers
,
let
no
man
carpe
or
cavill
,
Our
Mothers
(
at
our
births
)
were
all
in
travell
.
And
from
our
birth
unto
our
buriall
,
In
divers
Functions
we
do
travell
All
.
The
Footman's
feet
,
the
Statesman's
working
braine
,
In
travell
,
labour
,
and
continuall
paine
Do
spend
themselves
,
and
all
their
courses
bend
For
private
ends
(
to
no
end
)
till
they
end
.
The
Lawyer
travells
,
his
tongue
(
swift
with
sleight
)
Sells
his
words
deare
,
by
measure
,
tale
,
and
weight
:
And
those
that
buy
them
deare
,
do
often
find
They
paid
well
for
good
words
,
but
words
are
winde
.
All
men
are
born
to
travell
,
each
man
must
With
paine
and
travell
,
turn
unto
his
dust
:
Then
happy
is
the
man
that
can
go
right
,
Who
doth
his
paths
with
Davids
Lanthorne
light
.
And
all
my
life
time
it
hath
been
my
fate
To
be
a
traveller
legitimate
:
From
head
to
heele
,
by
either
Land
or
Sea
I
am
a
Traveller
,
Right
Cape
a
Pe●
.
Now
Clothoe
,
my
poor
vitall
thread
hath
spunne
,
And
Lachesis
,
her
r●eling
work
's
near
done
:
Now
Atropos
is
ready
with
her
Knife
To
cut
the
uncertaine
feeble
twist
of
life
;
Now
in
my
Autumne
,
or
my
fall
o'
th
leafe
Halfe
dead
,
halfe
living
,
halfe
blinde
,
lame
,
halfe
deafe
,
Now
all
these
five
halves
can
not
make
one
whole
(
From
m'
head
unto
my
body
bearing
sole
)
Now
at
this
time
,
with
brains
,
and
feet
,
and
pen
,
I
am
an
old
new
Traveller
agen
.
'T
is
not
the
greatnes
of
Golias
can
Perswade
me
to
be
lesser
then
a
man
:
She
's
cal'd
a
ship
,
whose
burthen
's
but
foure
score
,
And
one
that
's
fifteen
hundred
is
no
more
.
Though
Folio
be
our
learned
Vollums
,
yet
Decimo
sexto
,
may
expresse
some
wit
.
A
generous
minde
respects
the
poor
man's
Mite
,
'T
is
said
,
a
Larke
is
better
then
a
Kite
.
Nor
would
I
have
the
Reader
to
mistake
,
That
odious
bold
comparisons
I
make
:
Pamphlets
must
not
compare
with
Reverend
Writings
Of
Theologues
,
or
Historians
grave
enditings
.
The
Owle
must
not
as
high
as
th'
Eagle
flee
,
Yet
Owles
are
Fowles
,
as
well
as
Eagles
bee
.
So
I
,
that
am
poor
,
weak
,
Aquatticus
,
A
Traveller
,
and
Poet
Minnimus
,
The
honour
,
wholly
,
humbly
I
ascribe
T'
the
Worthies
of
most
sacred
Levies
Tribe
,
And
the
learn'd
servants
of
the
triple
Trine
,
Whose
verses
make
mortallity
divine
:
Your
genius
high
Illuminations
are
Transcending
mine
,
as
Titan
doth
a
Starre
;
Yet
your
refulgence
doth
not
blinde
me
so
,
But
that
my
silly
Glowormes
light
doth
glow
.
I
scribble
,
and
I
walke
,
I
walke
and
scribble
,
I
give
and
take
Jests
,
Bull
,
and
clinch
,
and
quibble
.
Amongst
good
Poets
I
have
plaid
at
Crambo
,
And
I
have
found
mens
words
and
deedes
not
Ambo.
The
last
yeare
(
sixteen
hundred
forty
nine
)
I
went
to
Cornewall
,
and
some
foes
of
mine
Did
certifie
a
Lye
,
malitiously
,
That
I
was
subtle
,
and
a
dangerous
spye
;
And
did
with
travell
,
and
a
faign'd
pretence
With
th'
Enemy
have
some
Intelligence
.
For
which
three
dayes
in
prison
I
was
closed
,
With
sleepe
reposed
,
and
my
minde
composed
:
I
knew
my
conscience
clear
,
and
well
disposed
,
By
Truths
my
accusations
were
opposed
,
And
I
(
not
found
the
man
I
was
supposed
)
Without
a
Fee
or
Fine
,
on
me
imposed
,
And
unto
misery
and
want
exposed
(
Not
guilty
found
)
from
Prison
I
was
losed
.
But
if
I
had
a
thought
,
or
bad
intent
When
I
from
London
,
into
Cornwall
went
,
Against
the
Army
,
State
,
or
Parliament
,
Let
torments
both
my
soule
and
corps
torment
.
No
man
can
blame
me
much
that
I
have
grumbled
,
That
I
,
for
no
cause
was
thus
to
tos'd
and
tumbled
;
And
that
I
never
could
m'
Accuser
see
,
My
Books
and
Bills
took
,
and
detain'd
from
me
:
The
Books
declar'd
my
Journy
too
and
fro
,
The
Bills
,
were
names
of
men
,
and
where
to
go
To
finde
the
men
,
to
pay
me
for
my
pain
,
My
losse
of
those
,
made
all
my
labour
vain
;
And
for
that
losse
,
I
once
more
try
my
friends
,
Hope
tells
me
,
Time
will
make
me
some
amends
.
False
Fortunes
frownes
,
makes
me
not
fear
or
shrink
,
And
evill
fall
on
him
that
ill
doth
think
.
My
Muse
shall
now
sing
,
though
she
be
no
Singer
,
For
(
Reader
with
thee
)
I
'le
no
longer
linger
:
My
brain
Enthusiastick
holds
it
meet
To
make
the
feet
of
Verse
,
tell
how
my
feet
Did
travell
gauling
gravell
,
and
surbated
,
Sometimes
by
day
,
sometimes
by
night
belated
.
To
write
my
acts
my selfe
,
as
't
is
most
fit
,
Caesar
himselfe
his
Commentaries
writ
:
And
solid
Johnson
made
his
Muse
his
Cock
To
crow
his
savoury
Voyage
up
Fleet
Dock
:
So
I
do
hold
it
worthy
imitation
,
To
follow
them
,
and
write
mine
own
Relation
.
The
fourteenth
day
of
August
,
London
,
London
I
left
,
O
what
hath
many
a
mothers
*
son
don
?
What
hath
the
mad
and
furious
sword
and
gun
don
?
But
kill'd
some
,
made
some
rich
,
and
some
are
undon
.
That
I
may
say
of
London
,
what
a
Town
ist
,
There
lives
the
Seeker
,
Dipper
,
and
the
Brownist
:
There
's
roome
for
Ranters
,
and
alas
how
apt
ist
To
harbour
the
ungovern'd
Annabaptist
?
Th'ast
plaid
thy
Game
home
,
like
a
cunning
Gamester
,
Thou
more
Religions
hast
,
then
hath
dam'd
Amster
.
I
downe
the
Thames
the
day
aforesaid
went
,
(
On
one
side
Essex
,
on
the
other
Kent
)
Untill
at
last
,
to
Gravesend
I
was
borne
,
And
lodg'd
in
Milton
,
at
the
plenteous
Horne
.
That
Horne
,
was
Cornucopia
unto
mee
Two
dayes
meat
,
drinke
,
and
lodging
,
*
quarter
free
.
From
thence
unto
a
private
house
I
went
,
And
there
(
with
small
charge
,
and
much
discontent
)
Foure
dayes
I
stayd
,
and
every
tide
did
watch
To
have
some
Ship
,
or
Hoigh
,
Boat
,
Barke
,
or
Katch
,
To
carry
me
to
Norfolk
or
some
place
Where
I
might
foot
it
,
and
jog
on
my
Race
.
In
all
this
time
I
never
wanted
drinke
,
And
for
their
drinke
,
I
give
'em
thanks
in
Inke
:
No
otherwayes
my
thanks
I
can
expresse
,
But
verbally
,
and
with
the
Pen
and
Presse
.
The
twentieth
day
of
August
,
Kent
and
I
Tooke
leave
,
and
to
the
Fort
of
Tilberry
I
past
,
and
ere
I
there
an
houre
had
bin
,
A
lucky
ship
of
Ipswich
tooke
me
in
.
She
quickly
spread
abroad
her
canvas
wings
,
The
whistling
winde
in
shrowdes
and
taklin
sings
:
That
next
day
following
,
near
the
houre
eleaven
We
came
t'an
Anchor
safe
in
Harwich
Haven
:
My
thanks
unto
the
Master
I
must
utter
,
He
's
owner
of
the
ship
,
his
sirname's
Butter
:
His
ship
and
selfe
both
nam'd
the
Jonathan
,
And
I
have
seldome
found
a
kinder
man
.
My
fare
was
as
he
far'd
,
and
well
he
far'd
,
And
(
in
his
Cabbin
)
I
my
lodging
shar'd
;
For
which
he
would
not
take
one
mite
of
mee
,
Thus
was
my
Passage
,
Meat
,
and
Lodging
free
For
which
I
would
requite
him
,
if
I
could
,
And
till
I
can
,
let
him
take
what
I
would
.
From
Harwich
Harbour
,
with
the
winde
and
tide
,
In
a
small
Boat
,
we
up
to
Ipswich
slide
:
At
the
White
Horse
,
I
there
was
entertain'd
So
well
(
for
nothing
)
that
they
nothing
gain'd
.
For
which
among
my
worthy
friends
I
ranke
them
,
Kind
Master
Atkins
,
and
his
Wife
,
I
thanke
them
.
Ipswich
,
is
the
chiefe
Towne
of
the
County
of
Suffolke
,
it
hath
twelve
Parish
Churches
in
it
:
There
hath
been
more
in
former
times
,
it
may
bee
called
a
City
for
the
large
bounds
and
extent
of
it
:
It
is
from
the
North
to
the
South
a
large
mile
in
breadth
,
and
from
East
to
West
it
is
two
miles
in
length
:
our
famous
infortunate
Cardinall
,
Thomas
Wolsey
was
borne
there
,
where
hee
had
caused
to
bee
layd
the
foundation
of
a
Magnificent
stately
Colledge
,
the
ruines
whereof
are
now
scarce
to
be
found
;
but
in
memory
of
his
birth
and
birth
place
,
there
hee
built
a
large
and
strong
Shambles
(
for
Butchers
to
sell
,
and
others
to
buy
flesh
)
the
like
of
it
is
not
in
England
;
the
Towne
hath
been
walled
strongly
,
but
spoyled
and
demollished
by
the
Danes
nor
was
(
nor
is
like
to
bee
)
●ever
repaired
;
it
is
governed
by
two
Bayliffes
,
and
ten
Portmen
,
who
doe
weare
Scarlet
Gownes
when
occasion
is
,
their
Common
Counsell
(
being
many
)
are
very
substantiall
men
,
read
more
in
Mr.
Cambden
or
Mr.
Speed
.
August
the
two
and
twentieth
,
thence
went
I
Eight
miles
to
Stanhum
,
and
lodg'd
at
the
Pye
.
The
next
day
,
was
an
extream
rainy
Friday
,
Wet
(
through
my
cloaths
)
unto
my
skin
,
or
hyde
,
a
Tedious
and
weary
Journy
twenty
miles
,
Bedabbled
,
dirty
,
clambring
many
stiles
,
I
came
at
night
unto
a
Town
call'd
Newton
,
And
there
I
had
a
dry
house
,
and
wet
sute
on
.
On
Saturday
(
the
day
call'd
Bartholmew
)
I
rose
,
and
trampled
through
the
mire
and
dew
;
My
tyred
feet
the
rotten
highway
beat
on
Unto
a
Village
,
or
a
Bridge
call'd
Eaton
:
There
at
the
Lyon
,
(
red
as
any
Stammell
)
Is
harbour
good
,
for
man
,
or
Horse
,
or
Cammell
:
There
dwels
my
cousin
Wil
Hart
,
and
's
good
wife
Bridgid
By
them
two
nights
,
I
was
well
fed
and
lidged
.
I
stayd
with
them
the
Saturday
and
Sunday
,
And
he
with
me
to
Norwich
went
on
Munday
:
There
did
my
Cousin
Hart
,
prove
more
kind
hearted
,
And
there
we
merry
were
,
s●ooke
hands
and
parted
.
One
Master
Edward
Martin
there
doth
dwell
,
Who
both
divine
Bookes
,
and
prophane
,
doth
sell
:
We
(
till
that
time
)
ne're
saw
each
others
face
,
Yet
there
he
freely
kept
me
three
dayes
space
;
From
Monday
untill
Thursday
morning
there
He
thought
no
cost
too
heavy
,
or
too
deere
:
He
brought
me
out
of
Town
:
a
mile
at
least
,
And
there
I
freed
him
from
a
troublous
Guest
.
Norwich
,
is
a
famous
ancient
City
,
built
many
yeares
before
the
Norman
Conquest
;
it
had
a
strong
Castle
in
it
double
ditched
,
out
of
the
ruins
or
corruption
of
the
Castle
,
a
Jayle
(
or
Goale
)
was
engendred
,
to
which
use
it
is
now
put
:
It
was
spoyled
by
Hugh
Bigot
Earl
of
Norfolk
,
in
the
raign
of
K
,
Henry
the
second
,
and
a
greater
mischief
befell
the
City
in
King
Henry
the
thirds
time
,
for
the
Citizens
(
in
a
tumultuous
fury
)
spoyled
it
with
fire
,
and
withal
burnt
the
goodly
Priory
Church
,
which
afterwards
they
were
caused
to
rebuild
in
a
fairer
manner
.
Lastly
,
Norwich
was
won
and
fired
by
Ket
and
his
Army
of
Rebels
,
since
when
it
hath
been
well
repaired
,
and
in
a
flourishing
condition
;
the
wals
of
the
City
are
of
more
circuit
or
bounds
then
the
wals
of
London
:
But
it
is
to
be
considered
,
there
are
Pasture
Grounds
,
Gardens
,
and
waste
Lands
(
not
built
upon
)
more
then
half
the
ground
within
the
walls
;
it
hath
12.
gates
to
issue
in
and
out
12.
severall
wayes
,
whereby
it
may
be
conceived
that
it
is
large
in
circuit
,
(
for
London
hath
not
fo
many
)
there
are
30.
faire
Parish
Churches
,
there
were
five
more
,
but
they
are
ruined
before
these
present
troubles
;
the
goodly
Cathedrall
is
much
defaced
in
these
late
times
of
Reformation
.
It
was
governed
by
2
Bayliffs
,
till
King
Edward
the
fourth
impowred
them
to
chuse
a
Mayor
,
and
gave
Priviledges
to
them
,
and
Charters
of
honorable
and
memorable
regard
:
The
Low
Dutch
(
or
Netherland
Nation
)
being
frighted
from
their
Country
by
the
cruelty
of
the
Duke
D'
Alva
,
who
was
Livetenant
Governour
there
under
the
King
of
Spaine
,
(
who
for
his
Tyranny
the
people
called
Duke
Diabota
)
they
fled
in
multitudes
into
England
,
and
thousands
of
them
came
to
Norwich
,
where
they
have
so
thrived
,
and
withall
much
inriched
the
City
,
that
it
is
thought
there
are
10000.
Weavers
,
Spinners
,
and
other
Artificers
,
dayly
imployed
for
the
making
of
sundry
sorts
of
Sayes
,
with
other
Stuffs
innumerable
,
either
for
wearing
or
ornaments
;
to
adorne
houses
with
Hangings
,
Carpets
,
or
Curtaines
,
of
innumerable
sorts
,
colours
,
varieties
,
and
more
hard
names
then
any
Apothecary
hath
upon
his
Boxes
or
Gallypots
,
and
so
much
for
Norwich
,
with
my
further
thanks
to
Mr.
Edward
Martin
,
with
Mr.
Richard
Thacker
,
Mr.
Vowte
,
Cum
multis
aliis
,
Omnium
Gathrum
,
All
ta
Mall
.
The
County
of
Norfolk
hath
in
some
parts
found
a
strange
alteration
,
since
the
last
yeare
,
1649.
in
the
price
of
Hay
,
for
it
is
fallen
from
4s
.
4d
.
the
hundred
weight
,
to
one
groat
the
hundred
;
this
I
thought
worthy
of
relating
to
shew
the
fertility
of
the
Soyle
,
by
the
Almighties
blessings
.
Angust
the
nine
and
twentieth
I
went
forth
From
Norwich
City
ten
miles
further
North
,
To
Worsted
,
well
Wet
,
with
a
heavenly
shower
,
Mine
Hostesse
entertain'd
me
,
to
her
power
;
Although
the
weather
frown'd
,
she
did
not
lower
,
Her
lookes
were
sweet
,
but
yet
her
Ale
was
sower
.
My
lodging
good
,
my
reck'ning
was
not
deare
,
For
ten
pence
,
Supper
,
Bed
,
and
Breakfast
there
.
I
arose
as
soone
as
day
began
to
show
,
And
(
two
miles
thence
)
did
unto
Honing
go
;
There
,
to
the
Minister
I
welcome
was
,
And
merrily
one
day
and
night
did
pass
:
And
there
we
made
a
shift
that
Fryday
night
To
eate
a
well
fed
,
fat
Tith
Pig
outright
.
Next
day
I
Honing
left
,
and
did
begin
To
crosse
the
North
of
Norfolk
,
towards
Lyn
:
That
day
I
chanc'd
a
gallant
house
to
finde
A
Master
bountifull
,
and
servants
kinde
:
I
need
not
tell
my
Reader
where
,
or
who
,
The
name
of
Oxnet
,
all
doth
plainly
show
.
Sir
William
Paston
:
there
I
found
and
spake
with
the
Apelles
of
our
Age
,
Mr.
Edward
Peirce
Painter
,
and
Mr.
John
Stone
was
there
,
whose
rare
Arts
are
most
exquisitly
manifested
both
in
painting
,
limming
,
and
cunning
carved
Statues
in
stone
.
That
Saturday
I
went
t'a
Towne
call'd
Reepham
,
And
as
amongst
great
sinners
,
I
the
chiefe
am
:
I
grieve
to
see
the
Churches
there
demollish'd
,
Sects
plenty
,
and
true
Piety
abollish'd
.
This
Town
of
Repham
(
or
Reepham
)
hath
three
faire
Churches
,
were
standing
in
one
Church-yard
,
it
is
sayd
they
were
built
by
three
Sisters
;
one
of
them
hath
beene
long
decayed
and
fallen
to
the
ground
,
onely
the
Tower
stands
faire
and
strong
;
the
other
two
Churches
do
serve
four
Parishes
,
and
I
could
hear
no
more
but
three
Bels
on
Sunday
there
:
So
that
the
reckoning
is
one
Church-yard
,
three
Bels
,
two
Chreches
,
three
Steeples
,
foure
Parishes
,
and
one
broken
Church
for
Lumber
.
The
second
of
September
(
being
Monday
)
I
left
Reepham
,
and
travelled
18.
miles
to
a
Village
called
Gayton
;
but
by
the
way
(
at
a
place
called
Brissley
)
I
was
told
of
a
Holy
Sister
,
who
by
falling
back
,
had
risen
forward
,
to
the
increase
of
the
faithfull
:
she
being
reproved
falling
and
rising
,
sayd
it
was
pure
zeale
that
pricked
her
on
,
and
that
it
was
done
with
a
Brother
,
he
and
she
,
and
every
one
being
bound
to
do
for
,
and
with
one
another
,
and
I
hearing
of
her
kindnesse
bestowed
this
short
Epigram
on
her
.
Hath
Lust
defil'd
her
purenesse
,
never
match'd
?
No
't
was
deceit
,
she
hath
been
cunny-catch'd
:
It
was
a
rule
,
she
learned
of
her
Mother
,
That
't
was
no
sin
to
couple
with
a
Brother
.
But
to
return
again
where
I
left
:
at
Gayton
there
are
2
playn
Ale-houses
,
and
one
Wine
Ale-house
;
these
houses
were
distant
one
from
the
other
a
furlong
,
or
two
flight
shoot
:
at
the
first
house
(
where
the
Wine
was
)
there
were
fellows
swaggering
,
and
ready
to
draw
their
fists
,
there
I
would
not
lodge
;
at
the
second
I
would
have
lodged
,
but
could
not
,
their
beds
were
all
taken
up
;
at
the
third
the
doors
were
lock'd
&
the
windows
shut
,
no body
at
home
,
the
folkes
not
come
home
from
Harvest
worke
;
forward
I
knew
not
whether
,
and
backward
I
would
not
goe
,
and
to
stand
still
there
was
cold
comfort
for
an
old
weary
Traveller
,
there
being
no
harbour
,
but
a
wild
Common
,
nor
any
company
to
passe
the
time
withall
but
3
or
4
flocks
of
Geese
;
in
this
extremity
I
espy'd
an
old-old
,
very
old
,
neat
handed
little
antient
man
,
to
him
I
went
,
and
told
him
that
I
would
have
lodged
at
that
house
,
but
it
was
shut
up
;
quoth
he
the
folkes
will
come
home
by
and
by
,
but
I
doe
not
know
whether
they
have
any
lodging
or
no
,
and
sure
me
think
you
be
a
clean
man
,
and
t
is
pitty
you
should
lye
on
the
Common
,
if
you
will
goe
home
and
lye
with
me
,
I
am
an
old
Widdower
,
and
one
bed
shall
hold
us
both
.
I
thankfully
embraced
his
courteous
offer
,
and
went
with
him
,
where
I
sup'd
and
log'd
well
,
and
would
take
nothing
of
me
;
his
name
is
Sampson
Warrington
,
in
remembrance
of
whose
kindnes
I
have
written
this
thankfull
expession
.
I
was
told
there
of
a
precise
holy
mā
in
those
parts
,
who
sent
his
man
unto
a
Pasture
ground
to
see
his
horse
,
the
fellow
went
,
and
brought
word
to
his
Master
that
his
horse
was
Dead
,
dead
quoth
hee
,
how
dar'st
thou
tell
me
my
horse
is
dead
?
the
fellow
answered
,
I
pray
you
be
not
angry
,
sure
I
am
that
if
he
be
not
dead
,
that
he
is
either
deceased
,
or
changed
his
life
;
well
sayd
the
Master
,
if
my
horse
be
departed
,
I
have
lost
a
good
one
,
for
he
was
so
sure
of
his
feet
,
that
I
would
have
put
my
life
into
his
hands
.
Tuesday
September
3.
I
went
4
miles
to
a
Village
called
North-Wooton
,
3
miles
from
Linn
,
there
I
was
much
beholding
to
my
Kinsman
Mr.
John
Clark
,
he
gave
me
large
and
free
welcome
,
for
which
to
him
with
his
good
Wife
,
my
gratitude
is
manifested
;
also
my
thankes
to
Mr.
Swift
.
Wednesday
I
went
to
Linn
,
where
a
good
old
Joviall
Lad
named
John
Scarborow
entertained
mee
sumptuously
(
for
my
Cozen
John
Clarks
sake
)
and
also
he
was
somewhat
the
kinder
to
me
,
because
he
had
often
heard
of
me
,
besides
of
his
own
dispo●ition
is
free
from
discourtesie
to
strangers
,
I
thank
him
for
my
fresh
fish
,
my
Duck
,
or
Mallard
,
my
lodging
,
Ale
,
and
Oysters
,
with
the
appurtenances
.
&c.
Linn
was
much
honoured
by
King
John
for
their
Loyalty
,
for
which
that
King
gave
them
his
owne
word
,
and
a
faire
gilt
Bole
,
which
they
keep
as
honorable
memorialls
to
this
day
:
it
is
a
faire
large
stronge
Sea
Towne
,
it
is
now
a
Garison
,
the
River
hat
the
Sea
doth
flow
thereinto
,
disperseth
it self
into
many
Branches
,
for
the
commodious
enriching
of
divers
Shires
,
Counties
,
Townes
,
and
Places
,
as
Rutlandshire
,
Huntingdonshire
,
Cambridge
,
and
Cambridgeshire
,
the
Isle
of
Ely
,
&c.
those
Rivers
doe
carry
and
re-carry
all
maner
of
goods
and
Merchandise
,
so
that
Linn
with
all
those
Countreys
are
furnished
with
more
Sea-coales
then
doe
come
up
the
River
of
Thames
,
wood
being
so
scarce
that
the
Rich
might
blow
their
nailes
,
and
the
poore
would
bee
starved
in
the
Winter
for
want
of
fiting
in
all
those
Counties
,
if
the
Rivers
were
not
.
...
Thursday
the
5.
of
September
I
left
Linn
,
and
tooke
an
open
passage
Boat
,
being
bedewed
all
day
and
night
,
and
almost
all
the
Fryday
with
raine
without
ceasing
,
so
that
,
on
Fryday
I
came
to
Cambridge
sufficiently
pickled
:
there
I
tooke
up
my
lodging
at
the
signe
of
the
Rose
(
one
of
the
best
Innes
)
where
I
thank
Mr.
Brian
and
his
Wife
(
my
old
acquaintance
)
I
had
good
cheere
and
lodging
gratis
and
welcome
;
I
tooke
notice
of
the
Colledges
,
they
stand
as
fair
and
stately
as
ever
,
and
(
for
any
thing
that
I
know
)
there
may
be
as
much
learning
as
ever
was
,
but
I
saw
but
few
Schollars
or
Gowne
men
.
On
Saturday
the
7.
of
September
,
I
was
determined
to
see
Sturbridge
Faire
,
but
by
fortune
I
espyed
an
empty
Cart
returning
towards
London
17
miles
to
a
Towne
call'd
Baldock
;
by
which
means
I
left
Cambridge
without
taking
my
leave
of
Mr.
Brian
,
for
which
I
crave
his
and
his
Wive's
pardon
.
That
day
I
was
uncarted
at
Baldock
,
and
footed
it
7
miles
more
to
Steevenedge
,
there
(
at
the
Faulcon
)
I
stayd
Saturday
and
Sunday
,
and
on
Monday
I
travelled
to
Hatfield
,
and
to
Barnet
17
miles
,
wher
I
was
discreetly
wet
and
dirty
,
and
took
up
my
lodging
at
the
Bell
with
a
silent
Clapper
.
The
next
day
(
being
Tuesday
)
I
came
home
to
my
house
wet
and
weary
in
Phoenix
Alley
,
at
the
signe
of
the
Crowne
,
near
the
Globe
Taverne
,
about
the
middle
of
Long-Acre
or
Covent
Garden
.
Thus
having
touch'd
no
State
,
or
State
Affaires
,
Or
mentioned
men
that
sit
in
Honours
Chaires
:
I
dare
declare
him
of
a
base
condition
,
That
of
my
Lines
or
Travels
hath
suspition
.
I
formerly
have
falsely
been
accus'd
,
And
therefore
now
I
hope
to
be
excus'd
.
This
time
I
travell'd
(
for
my
life
's
preserving
)
To
get
some
money
,
to
prevent
a
starving
:
And
every
one
that
for
my
Booke
doth
pay
me
,
Doth
love
me
,
lodge
me
,
feed
me
,
and
aray
me
.
With
feet
and
pen
,
my
walke
and
worke
is
done
,
And
(
Caesar
like
)
the
Conquest
I
have
won
:
And
though
I
never
shall
have
Caesars
Fame
,
Tet
I
did
see
,
I
came
,
and
overcame
.
FINIS
.
Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
Notes for div A64175e-410
*
This
kinde
of
Verse
or
Rime
,
is
hard
to
make
,
and
when
they
are
made
they
are
not
worth
any
thing
,
especially
when
they
are
in
the
hands
of
an
ignorant
Reader
.
*
I
thank
a
B●ker
.
I
thank
John
Brafferson
the
Master
of
a
Tilt-boat
there
for
my
foure
dayes
entertainement
.