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             Poor Robins perambulation from Saffron-Walden to London performed this month of July, 1678.
             Poor Robin.
             Winstanley, William, 1628?-1698.
          
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             London :
             1678.
          
           
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           Poor
           Robins
           PERAMBULATION
           FROM
           Saffron-Walden
           TO
           LONDON
           :
           Performed
           this
           Month
           of
           JVLY
           ,
           1678.
           
        
         
           With
           Allowance
           ,
           July
           
             11.
             1678.
          
           
           Ro.
           L'Estrange
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           :
           Printed
           for
           T.E.
           and
           are
           to
           be
           Sold
           by
           the
           General
           Assembly
           of
           Hawkers
           ,
           1678.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           Poor
           ROBIN'S
           
             Perambulation
             from
          
           Saffron-Walden
           to
           London
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             
               NOw
               have
               amongst
               you
               Gallants
               ,
               here
               's
               a
               story
            
             
               Will
               make
               you
               laugh
               ,
               or
               else
               I
               should
               be
               sorry
               :
            
             
               'T
               is
               of
               a
               Journey
               lately
               made
               from
               Walden
            
             
               To
               London
               ,
               and
               of
               several
               places
               call'd
               in
            
             
               As
               by
               the
               way
               I
               travel'd
               ,
               with
               their
               Rarities
            
             
               Of
               Vice
               and
               Virtue
               ,
               and
               their
               great
               disparities
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               was
               in
               the
               year
               of
               Grace
               call'd
               Sixteen
               hundred
            
             
               Seventy
               and
               seven
               ,
               as
               our
               account
               is
               numbred
               ,
            
             
               The
               Eve
               o'
               th'
               Scottish
               Champion
               St.
               Andrew
               ,
            
             
               Who
               wore
               as
               good
               a
               sword
               as
               e're
               man
               drew
               ,
            
             
               Being
               the
               twenty-ninth
               day
               of
               November
               ,
            
             
               Called
               St.
               Saturnine
               as
               I
               remember
               ,
            
             
               The
               very
               next
               day
               when
               the
               Term
               was
               ended
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               much
               (
               ah
               too
               much
               )
               Coin
               is
               expended
               ,
            
             
               The
               sign
               was
               in
               Aquarius
               ,
               or
               the
               Legs
               ,
            
             
               Being
               Wednesday
               ,
               a
               day
               for
               Fish
               and
               Eggs.
            
             
               The
               Moon
               full
               four
               days
               old
               ,
               the
               wind
               was
               North
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               on
               this
               mad
               Journey
               did
               set
               forth
               .
            
             
               As
               for
               the
               Tide
               I
               will
               not
               mention
               here
               ,
            
             
               For
               we
               have
               neither
               Sea
               nor
               Thames
               us
               near
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               of
               their
               Ebbs
               ,
               or
               of
               their
               flowing
               ,
            
             
               Very
               few
               persons
               thereabouts
               are
               knowing
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               having
               shown
               you
               when
               ,
               in
               the
               next
               place
            
             
               I
               'le
               show
               you
               whence
               my
               Journey
               I
               did
               trace
               :
            
             
               'T
               was
               from
               the
               
                 Rose
                 and
                 Crown
              
               ,
               where
               Mr.
               Eve
            
             
               Doth
               keep
               a
               House
               like
               to
               an
               Under-sheriff
               ;
            
             
             
               There
               is
               good
               Sack
               ,
               good
               
               French-Wine
               ,
               and
               good
               Beer
               .
            
             
               And
               if
               you
               'l
               dine
               or
               sup
               ,
               there
               is
               good
               cheer
               :
            
             
               Or
               does
               your
               stomack
               to
               a
               Breakfast
               stand
               ,
            
             
               There
               's
               cold
               roast
               Beef
               ,
               or
               Pork
               at
               your
               command
               .
            
             
               For
               those
               men
               who
               the
               truth
               of
               this
               deny
               it
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               go
               there
               ,
               and
               do
               as
               I
               did
               ,
               try
               it
               ;
            
             
               There
               for
               your
               money
               you
               shall
               have
               kind
               usage
               ,
            
             
               Good
               words
               ,
               and
               reckonings
               right
               ,
               without
               abusage
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               at
               my
               parting
               ,
               some
               kind
               friends
               of
               mine
            
             
               Would
               needs
               bestow
               on
               me
               a
               quart
               of
               Wine
               ,
            
             
               Where
               with
               stout
               drinking
               e're
               my
               parting
               hour
               ,
            
             
               That
               Quart
               was
               made
               at
               least
               a
               three
               or
               four
               ;
            
             
               But
               Sol
               his
               speedy
               journey
               would
               not
               stay
               ,
            
             
               And
               posting-time
               did
               call
               me
               thence
               away
               :
            
             
               Yet
               would
               my
               Jovial
               friends
               on
               me
               attend
            
             
               Part
               of
               my
               Journey
               unto
               Audley-end
               ,
            
             
               By
               them
               call'd
               Nineveh
               ,
               but
               no
               great
               City
               ,
            
             
               Though
               too
               much
               sin
               may
               be
               there
               ,
               more
               's
               the
               pity
            
             
               There
               at
               the
               sign
               (
               of
               such
               a
               thing
               I
               think
            
             
               As
               never
               swam
               on
               pond
               or
               rivers
               brink
               )
            
             
               Of
               a
               
                 Black
                 Swan
              
               ,
               which
               is
               as
               rare
               't
               is
               said
            
             
               As
               of
               a
               wench
               with
               child
               to
               be
               a
               maid
               .
            
             
               Yet
               although
               of
               this
               Sign
               there
               's
               no
               such
               thing
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               a
               sign
               there
               was
               good
               drink
               within
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               we
               found
               fresh
               ,
               sprightly
               ,
               and
               well
               tasted
               ;
            
             
               With
               drinking
               which
               ,
               we
               a
               long
               hour
               wasted
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               friends
               at
               last
               must
               part
               ,
               though
               loth
               they
               be
               .
            
             
               And
               so
               with
               much
               leave-taking
               then
               did
               we
               ,
            
             
               When
               ,
               '
               cause
               bad
               company
               should
               be
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               I
               walkt
               alone
               ,
               and
               so
               had
               none
               but
               good
               .
            
             
               The
               first
               Town
               I
               came
               to
               ,
               was
               Wenden
               nam'd
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hate
               
                 Eighth
                 Henry
              
               ,
               though
               a
               King
               much
               sam'd
               ;
            
             
               The
               reason
               of
               the
               same
               ,
               they
               understand
            
             
               He
               was
               the
               first
               man
               ever
               wore
               a
               Band
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               that
               's
               a
               fashion
               to
               which
               they
               'l
               not
               come
               ,
            
             
               As
               being
               chargeable
               and
               troublesome
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               without
               Bands
               commonly
               they
               go
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               sign
               you
               a
               
               Wenden-man
               may
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               Wenden
               I
               my
               course
               did
               next
               way
               bend
            
             
               Unto
               the
               place
               is
               called
               Sparrows-end
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Mr.
               Harris
               my
               old
               friend
               the
               Tanner
            
             
               Did
               entertain
               me
               in
               most
               courteous
               manner
               ,
            
             
               And
               having
               drunk
               such
               strong
               drink
               as
               we
               found
               ,
            
             
               With
               which
               his
               House
               doth
               commonly
               abound
               ,
            
             
               To
               Newport-pond
               my
               course
               I
               next
               way
               bent
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               at
               the
               sign
               of
               the
               Black-Bull
               went
               ,
            
             
               Where
               scarcely
               in
               a
               room
               I
               had
               set
               down
            
             
               When
               in
               came
               my
               old
               friends
               kind
               Mr.
               Br
               —
            
             
               And
               Mr.
               Woo
               —
               two
               who
               love
               their
               friend
            
             
               With
               true
               and
               hearty
               love
               unto
               the
               end
               ;
            
             
               For
               though
               they
               in
               another
               Town
               do
               live
               ,
            
             
               They
               to
               their
               Neighbour
               some
               kind
               Visits
               give
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               was
               twelve
               a
               Clock
               ,
               Dinner-time
               did
               approach
               ,
            
             
               When
               men
               whet
               Knives
               on
               Wheels
               of
               Cart
               or
               Coach
               ;
            
             
               The
               Cloth
               was
               laid
               ,
               and
               by
               the
               scent
               o'
               th'
               meat
            
             
               One
               might
               perceive
               there
               something
               was
               to
               eat
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               it
               prov'd
               indeed
               ,
               for
               from
               the
               pot
            
             
               Came
               forth
               a
               Rump
               of
               Beef
               was
               piping
               hot
               ;
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               Spit
               was
               brought
               a
               loyn
               of
               Mutton
            
             
               Would
               satisfie
               the
               stomack
               of
               a
               Glutton
               ;
            
             
               For
               like
               a
               Loyn
               of
               Beef
               it
               might
               been
               knighted
               ;
            
             
               To
               which
               our
               Hostess
               kindly
               us
               invited
               ,
            
             
               Which
               we
               accepted
               of
               ;
               and
               to
               delight
               her
               ,
            
             
               Told
               her
               none
               could
               deny
               such
               an
               inviter
               :
            
             
               For
               she
               's
               a
               Widow
               of
               such
               excellent
               carriage
               ,
            
             
               Would
               make
               a
               man
               most
               happy
               in
               her
               Marriage
               ,
            
             
               Being
               young
               ,
               fresh
               ,
               fair
               ,
               of
               a
               most
               pregnant
               wit
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               a
               kind
               good
               Husband
               sure
               most
               fit
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               We
               having
               din'd
               ,
               and
               join'd
               a
               pint
               or
               two
               ,
            
             
               Then
               forwards
               on
               my
               Journey
               I
               did
               go
               .
            
             
               And
               first
               I
               came
               unto
               a
               Town
               called
               Rickling
               ,
            
             
               Where
               for
               to
               stay
               a
               while
               I
               made
               no
               stickling
               ,
            
             
               But
               presently
               in
               at
               the
               Kings-head
               fell
               ,
            
             
               Where
               of
               
                 Compounding
                 Dick
              
               I
               there
               heard
               tell
               ,
            
             
               To
               whom
               if
               that
               it
               please
               you
               to
               resort
               ye
               ,
            
             
               He
               for
               a
               hundred
               pound
               will
               mortgage
               forty
            
             
               Shillings
               a
               year
               ,
               nor
               do
               you
               think
               I
               jest
               ,
            
             
               It
               's
               very
               true
               indeed
               ,
               
                 probatum
                 est
              
               .
            
             
               Or
               lend
               him
               lesser
               sums
               ,
               which
               if
               you
               do
               ,
            
             
               For
               twenty
               Shillings
               he
               will
               pay
               you
               two
               ;
            
             
               Not
               two
               and
               twenty
               Shillings
               ,
               no
               such
               plenty
               ,
            
             
               I
               mean
               he
               'l
               pay
               you
               two
               Shillings
               for
               twenty
               ;
            
             
               Pray
               lend
               him
               then
               ,
               and
               this
               shall
               be
               your
               portion
               ,
            
             
               You
               shall
               not
               need
               fear
               being
               su'd
               for
               extortion
               .
            
             
               From
               the
               Kings-head
               I
               out
               of
               doors
               scarce
               went
               ,
            
             
               But
               was
               in
               
               Quenden-street
               incontinent
               ;
            
             
               Of
               many
               a
               handsome
               Country-House
               the
               station
               ,
            
             
               It
               seems
               to
               be
               a
               little
               Corporation
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               are
               the
               Houses
               not
               so
               neat
               as
               strong
               ,
            
             
               And
               doth
               most
               to
               one
               Gentleman
               belong
               .
            
             
               For
               nothing
               on
               it
               can
               you
               look
               asquint
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               cause
               there
               is
               ne're
               an
               Ale-house
               in
               't
               .
            
             
               Good
               air
               ,
               brave
               Woods
               ,
               and
               fine
               rich
               Meadow-ground
               ,
            
             
               And
               doth
               with
               every
               sort
               of
               Grain
               abound
               .
            
             
               The
               young
               men
               there
               do
               bear
               the
               Bell
               away
            
             
               From
               all
               the
               Towns
               about
               at
               Foot-ball
               play
               .
            
          
           
             
               Unto
               a
               Farmers
               House
               I
               went
               out-right
               ,
            
             
               Who
               entertained
               me
               like
               to
               a
               Knight
               :
            
             
               And
               though
               at
               Newport
               I
               had
               din'd
               before
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               here
               with
               him
               I
               must
               eat
               one
               bit
               more
               ,
            
             
               Some
               Ribs
               of
               Pork
               new
               kill'd
               ,
               broil'd
               on
               a
               Gridiron
            
             
               Of
               seven
               ribs
               ,
               three
               on
               each
               side
               ,
               and
               one
               mid-iron
               .
            
             
             
               But
               ere
               they
               laid
               them
               on
               ,
               they
               did
               them
               Salt
               ,
            
             
               A
               Shooing-horn
               to
               draw
               down
               juice
               of
               Malt
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               thus
               much
               of
               his
               Beer
               's
               strength
               I
               do
               know
               ,
            
             
               'T
               would
               well
               go
               down
               without
               helps
               thereunto
               ;
            
             
               And
               who
               thereof
               to
               drink
               too
               much
               on
               't
               ventures
               ,
            
             
               'T
               will
               turn
               him
               Scrivener
               for
               to
               make
               Indentures
               ;
            
             
               Which
               made
               me
               have
               a
               care
               of
               that
               same
               drink
               ,
            
             
               Because
               some
               Scriveners
               are
               K
               —
               s
               I
               think
               ,
            
             
               But
               whether
               so
               or
               no
               I
               'le
               leave
               to
               Pen
               ,
            
             
               They
               may
               be
               Knaves
               or
               may
               be
               honest
               men
               :
            
             
               But
               to
               the
               matter
               ,
               ere
               that
               we
               did
               part
            
             
               I
               of
               his
               liquor
               took
               down
               many
               a
               quart
               ;
            
             
               Then
               fear
               lest
               I
               should
               of
               a
               Fox-skin
               smell
               ,
            
             
               I
               bid
               to
               him
               (
               as
               he
               made
               me
               )
               farewell
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               Quenden
               I
               my
               ready
               course
               did
               frame
            
             
               Thorow
               a
               Town
               that
               hath
               an
               Vgly
               name
               ,
            
             
               Indeed
               to
               call
               it
               so
               they
               did
               not
               well
               ,
            
             
               Because
               that
               handsom
               Women
               in
               it
               dwell
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               are
               the
               Men
               for
               ought
               that
               I
               can
               find
            
             
               But
               good
               condition'd
               ,
               debonair
               ,
               and
               kind
               :
            
             
               And
               therefore
               he
               who
               ere
               the
               name
               it
               gave
               ,
            
             
               To
               call
               it
               so
               was
               but
               an
               ugly
               K
               —
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               Vgly
               I
               next
               way
               to
               Stansted
               travel'd
               ,
            
             
               Upon
               a
               plain
               High-way
               well
               ston'd
               and
               gravel'd
               ;
            
             
               This
               Town
               of
               Stansted
               for
               distinctions
               sake
            
             
               Doth
               unto
               it
               the
               name
               Montfitchet
               take
               ,
            
             
               From
               the
               Montfitchets
               once
               Lords
               of
               great
               fame
               ,
            
             
               And
               who
               ere
               while
               were
               owners
               of
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               There
               at
               the
               Bell
               ,
               at
               my
               old
               friend's
               
                 George
                 Perrin
              
               ,
            
             
               We
               drunk
               and
               tipled
               like
               unto
               a
               Herring
               ;
            
             
               For
               there
               is
               Ale
               and
               Stale-beer
               strong
               and
               mighty
               ,
            
             
               Will
               burn
               i
               th'
               fire
               like
               unto
               Aqua-vitae
               ;
            
             
               And
               that
               the
               reason
               is
               ,
               as
               you
               may
               know
               ,
            
             
               That
               this
               Bells
               Liquor
               makes
               Mens
               Clappers
               go
               :
            
             
             
               Then
               when
               mens
               brains
               begin
               for
               to
               grow
               addle
               ,
            
             
               Some
               talk
               of
               riding
               ne'r
               sat
               on
               a
               Saddle
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               one
               doth
               think
               himself
               a
               Prince
               ,
            
             
               Though
               he
               in
               's
               Pocket
               scarce
               hath
               Thirteen-pence
               .
            
             
               This
               Town
               from
               Walden
               is
               eight
               miles
               they
               say
               ,
            
             
               All
               which
               long
               space
               I
               travel'd
               in
               one
               day
               ,
            
             
               But
               wearied
               sore
               ,
               and
               having
               drunken
               deep
               ,
            
             
               The
               leaden
               god
               then
               summon'd
               me
               to
               sleep
               ;
            
             
               So
               that
               for
               to
               repose
               my
               drowzy
               head
               ,
            
             
               It
               was
               not
               long
               before
               I
               went
               to
               bed
               ;
            
             
               And
               though
               I
               did
               not
               go
               out
               of
               my
               way
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               I
               that
               very
               night
               in
               Holland
               lay
               .
            
             
               Next
               morn
               ,
               ere
               Titan
               shew'd
               his
               glorious
               head
               ,
            
             
               My
               Host
               did
               rouze
               me
               from
               my
               drowzy
               bed
               ;
            
             
               And
               for
               so
               doing
               this
               was
               his
               pretence
               ,
            
             
               To
               pay
               a
               Groat
               for
               my
               last
               nights
               offence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               soon
               gave
               unto
               the
               jovial
               Croney
               ,
            
             
               For
               being
               so
               ore-reached
               by
               Vulpone
               ;
            
             
               And
               being
               up
               ,
               we
               briskly
               did
               it
               spend
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               of
               the
               round
               Groat
               made
               a
               square
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               arm'd
               with
               Toast
               and
               Ale
               ,
               my
               Muse
               and
               I
               ,
            
             
               Having
               no
               other
               in
               our
               company
               ,
            
             
               Footed
               it
               on
               the
               Road
               ,
               and
               straightway
               came
            
             
               Unto
               a
               Town
               Birchanger
               call'd
               by
               name
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               there
               is
               a
               Proverb
               very
               old
               ,
            
             
               From
               one
               Age
               still
               unto
               another
               told
            
             
               That
               there
               they
               christen
               Calves
               ,
               which
               by
               mens
               bounty
            
             
               It
               may
               extend
               to
               each
               Town
               in
               the
               County
               ;
            
             
               Because
               the
               plenty
               of
               the
               Veal
               from
               thence
               ,
            
             
               To
               call
               them
               
                 Essex
                 Calves
              
               is
               a
               pretence
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thorow
               Birchanger
               I
               pass'd
               without
               drinking
               ,
            
             
               The
               reason
               thereof
               you
               perhaps
               are
               thinking
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               don't
               believe
               herein
               that
               I
               do
               scoff-ye
               ,
            
             
               They
               there
               sell
               neither
               Ale
               ,
               Wine
               ,
               Beer
               ,
               nor
               Coffee
               ;
            
             
             
               Therefore
               unless
               without
               Town
               they
               be
               sped
               ,
            
             
               They
               very
               soberly
               may
               go
               to
               Bed
               :
            
             
               But
               though
               such
               liquors
               are
               not
               sold
               among
               them
               ,
            
             
               Because
               that
               I
               would
               willingly
               not
               wrong
               them
               ,
            
             
               Strong
               drink
               in
               private
               Houses
               there
               may
               be
               ,
            
             
               Of
               which
               the
               owners
               may
               be
               frank
               and
               free
               ;
            
             
               But
               whether
               that
               the
               same
               be
               so
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               To
               tell
               to
               you
               the
               truth
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               know
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               it
               to
               avouch
               I
               were
               to
               blame
               ,
            
             
               Unless
               that
               I
               had
               tasted
               of
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               something
               dry
               within
               ,
               yet
               ne'retheless
            
             
               In
               a
               good
               plight
               ,
               my
               way
               I
               next
               address
            
             
               Unto
               a
               place
               call'd
               Hockrell
               ,
               and
               there
               took
            
             
               In
               at
               the
               Crown
               ,
               with
               honest
               Mr.
               Cook
               ;
            
             
               Now
               here
               I
               did
               no
               entertainment
               lack
               ,
            
             
               With
               
               French-Wine
               ,
               Rhenish
               ,
               and
               good
               Spanish
               Sack
               ;
            
             
               And
               being
               Dinner-time
               I
               fill'd
               my
               gullet
               ,
            
             
               Begun
               with
               powder'd
               Beef
               ,
               ended
               with
               Pullet
               ;
            
             
               And
               after
               Dinner
               we
               to
               drinking
               fixt
               ,
            
             
               With
               taking
               of
               Tobacco
               intermixt
               .
            
          
           
             
               Minding
               that
               Town
               my
               Journeys
               end
               should
               be
            
             
               For
               that
               same
               night
               ,
               I
               was
               resolv'd
               to
               see
            
             
               The
               rarities
               of
               the
               same
               ,
               which
               to
               disclose
            
             
               A
               little
               while
               I
               'le
               turn
               my
               Verse
               to
               Prose
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             This
             place
             called
             Hockrell
             belongeth
             to
             
               Bishop
               Storford
            
             ,
             so
             named
             from
             the
             Bishops
             of
             London
             ,
             who
             once
             had
             a
             Palace
             here
             ,
             being
             an
             ancient
             Castle
             given
             by
             William
             the
             Conquerour
             unto
             the
             Bishop
             Mauritius
             ,
             with
             all
             the
             appurtenances
             belonging
             thereunto
             for
             ever
             ;
             the
             Ruins
             of
             which
             Castle
             remain
             to
             this
             day
             .
             On
             the
             upper
             side
             of
             the
             Town
             stands
             a
             fair
             Church
             ,
             in
             which
             lie
             Interred
             many
             of
             the
             Flemings
             ,
             a
             Family
             whose
             numerous
             branches
             have
             spread
             themselves
             thorough
             
               England
               ,
               Scotland
            
             and
             Wales
             ,
             ever
             
             since
             the
             time
             of
             Sir
             
               John
               le
               Fleming
            
             ,
             Knight
             ,
             who
             flourished
             in
             the
             Reign
             of
             King
             
               William
               Rufus
            
             .
             Their
             Market
             (
             which
             is
             kept
             on
             on
             Thursdays
             )
             is
             very
             well
             served
             with
             all
             sorts
             of
             Provisions
             for
             the
             sustentation
             of
             life
             ,
             especially
             Barley
             and
             Malt
             ,
             which
             makes
             our
             English
             Bachanialian
             juice
             ;
             the
             operations
             of
             which
             liquor
             take
             from
             the
             Poet
             :
             
               
                 Whilst
                 Pearls
                 and
                 Rubies
                 doth
                 strong
                 drink
                 disclose
                 ▪
              
               
                 They
                 make
                 their
                 purse
                 poor
                 to
                 enrich
                 their
                 nose
                 .
              
            
             They
             have
             three
             Fairs
             in
             the
             year
             ,
             one
             nine
             days
             before
             Whitsontide
             ,
             another
             nine
             days
             after
             it
             ,
             and
             the
             third
             on
             
             Michaelmas-day
             .
             This
             Town
             is
             also
             accommodated
             with
             three
             Taverns
             ,
             viz.
             the
             Crown
             ,
             the
             Rein-deer
             ,
             and
             the
             George
             ,
             at
             either
             of
             which
             ,
             bringing
             the
             merry
             Chink
             ,
             you
             may
             have
             the
             merry
             drink
             .
             How
             many
             Ale-houses
             is
             there
             ,
             I
             had
             not
             time
             to
             number
             ,
             only
             I
             saw
             the
             signs
             of
             some
             Horned
             Beasts
             ,
             as
             the
             Bull
             ,
             the
             
               Ram
               ,
               &c.
            
             but
             what
             the
             people
             are
             that
             dwell
             therein
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             ,
             but
             guess
             you
             may
             have
             good
             liquor
             there
             for
             your
             money
             .
             As
             for
             the
             Cage
             and
             Stocks
             there
             ,
             let
             those
             who
             have
             been
             in
             them
             give
             you
             a
             description
             of
             them
             .
             And
             now
             after
             this
             serious
             view
             of
             the
             Town
             ,
             I
             returned
             to
             my
             Quarters
             ,
             where
             I
             had
             dined
             ,
             and
             took
             up
             my
             lodging
             there
             that
             night
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               From
               Bishop-Storford
               I
               next
               day
               set
               forth
            
             
               Unto
               a
               Town
               is
               called
               Sabridgworth
               ,
            
             
               Contracted
               Sapssord
               ;
               but
               call
               't
               what
               you
               will
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               same
               place
               it
               did
               ,
               the
               Town
               stands
               still
               .
            
             
               Good
               Corn
               they
               say
               within
               the
               same
               doth
               grow
               ,
            
             
               And
               good
               Beer
               may
               be
               in
               't
               for
               ought
               I
               know
               ;
            
             
               But
               at
               that
               time
               I
               had
               no
               list
               to
               drink
               ,
            
             
               So
               past
               I
               thorough
               it
               ,
               and
               sav'd
               my
               Chink
               .
            
          
           
             
               Unto
               Pye-corner
               went
               I
               ,
               to
               the
               Rose
               ,
            
             
               Where
               for
               a
               time
               I
               staid
               and
               tope't
               my
               nose
               ;
            
             
             
               There
               was
               a
               jolly
               Hostess
               ,
               and
               good
               tipple
               ,
            
             
               Would
               make
               the
               tongue
               run
               ,
               and
               the
               legs
               a
               cripple
               .
            
             
               But
               of
               large
               drinking
               ,
               Reader
               ,
               this
               know
               of
               it
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               small
               pleasure
               in
               it
               ,
               and
               less
               profit
               ;
            
             
               'T
               will
               quickly
               empty
               all
               the
               purse
               of
               crosses
               ,
            
             
               Which
               will
               breed
               discontentment
               for
               such
               losses
               .
            
             
               My
               Hostess
               without
               coyn
               you
               can't
               accost
               her
               ,
            
             
               Her
               rule
               is
               ,
               
                 No
                 peny
                 ,
                 no
                 Pater-noster
              
               ;
            
             
               She
               cares
               not
               for
               your
               company
               a
               bean-straw
               ,
            
             
               You
               can't
               come
               at
               her
               back-side
               with
               a
               hand-saw
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               you
               have
               the
               white
               and
               yellow
               mettle
               ,
            
             
               She
               simpers
               like
               to
               a
               Furmety-kettle
               .
            
             
               The
               servants
               nimble
               are
               ,
               and
               you
               may
               brag
               on
            
             
               The
               credit
               ,
               not
               to
               call
               twice
               for
               a
               flaggon
               :
            
             
               The
               female
               servants
               ,
               lest
               they
               should
               be
               shent
               ,
            
             
               Do
               answer
               (
               as
               they
               are
               )
               incontinent
               .
            
             
               For
               Claret
               ,
               Sack
               ,
               strong
               Beer
               you
               shall
               not
               stand
               Sir
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Hostess
               ,
               men
               and
               maids
               ,
               are
               at
               command
               Sir.
            
             
               But
               if
               the
               Purse
               chance
               to
               be
               in
               the
               wane
               ,
            
             
               Then
               you
               may
               call
               ,
               and
               call
               ,
               and
               call
               again
               ,
            
             
               You
               have
               free
               liberty
               for
               to
               be
               gone
               Sir
               ,
            
             
               For
               
                 quickly
                 come
              
               ,
               is
               turn'd
               
                 anon
                 ,
                 anon
                 Sir.
              
            
             
               Therefore
               kind
               Reader
               spend
               not
               all
               away
               ,
            
             
               But
               keep
               a
               peny
               '
               gainst
               a
               rainy
               day
               ;
            
             
               Then
               shall
               you
               welcome
               be
               where
               e're
               you
               come
               ,
            
             
               Where
               otherwise
               more
               welcome
               is
               your
               room
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               I
               've
               digrest
               ,
               but
               hope
               have
               not
               transgrest
            
             
               In
               these
               invective
               lines
               I
               've
               here
               exprest
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               Reader
               know
               ,
               although
               Inns
               and
               Ale-houses
            
             
               Were
               not
               ordain'd
               for
               men
               to
               drink
               Carrouses
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               are
               they
               for
               the
               Trav'ller
               necessary
               ,
            
             
               Who
               else
               his
               meat
               and
               drink
               must
               with
               him
               carry
               ;
            
             
               And
               very
               oftentimes
               it
               would
               be
               found
            
             
               He
               must
               his
               lodging
               take
               on
               the
               cold
               ground
               ;
            
             
             
               This
               also
               must
               of
               them
               be
               understood
               ,
            
             
               That
               many
               Hosts
               and
               Hostesses
               are
               good
               ,
            
             
               Use
               people
               kindly
               for
               their
               drink
               and
               diet
               ,
            
             
               And
               lodg
               them
               softly
               ,
               where
               they
               rest
               in
               quiet
               .
            
             
               Where
               we
               will
               leave
               them
               sleeping
               in
               their
               bed
               ,
            
             
               To
               show
               how
               after
               in
               my
               way
               I
               sped
               .
            
          
           
             
               Crossing
               the
               Fields
               ,
               I
               in
               short
               space
               came
               down
            
             
               To
               Eastwick
               ,
               to
               the
               sign
               o'
               th'
               
                 Rose
                 and
                 Crown
              
               ,
            
             
               Where
               for
               to
               stay
               I
               did
               not
               once
               intend
               ,
            
             
               But
               at
               the
               Inn-door
               there
               I
               met
               a
               friend
               ,
            
             
               An
               old
               acquaintance
               newly
               come
               from
               London
               ,
            
             
               Where
               women
               some
               are
               done
               ,
               some
               men
               are
               undone
               ;
            
             
               To
               see
               how
               resolutions
               soon
               may
               alter
               ,
            
             
               At
               sight
               of
               him
               my
               legs
               began
               to
               falter
               ,
            
             
               And
               though
               before
               I
               had
               no
               list
               to
               drink
               ,
            
             
               Now
               other
               thoughts
               into
               my
               mind
               did
               sink
               ;
            
             
               Methoughts
               I
               was
               as
               dry
               as
               was
               a
               bottle
            
             
               Turn'd
               upside
               downward
               ,
               and
               without
               a
               stopple
               ;
            
             
               My
               eyes
               'gan
               view
               the
               door
               ,
               which
               open
               stood
            
             
               To
               invite
               all
               Company
               in
               that
               wou'd
               ;
            
             
               Seeing
               an
               opportunity
               so
               fit
               ,
            
             
               How
               every
               thing
               invited
               us
               to
               it
               ,
            
             
               My
               friend
               and
               I
               resolv'd
               e're
               we
               did
               go
               ,
            
             
               To
               enter
               in
               and
               drink
               a
               quart
               or
               two
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               did
               we
               think
               the
               House
               not
               so
               resplendent
               ,
            
             
               Because
               no
               Bush
               was
               to
               the
               sign
               dependent
               ;
            
             
               But
               this
               gave
               comfort
               ,
               
                 What
                 could
                 not
                 be
                 cur'd
              
               ,
            
             
               
                 It
                 must
                 be
                 with
                 a
                 patient
                 mind
                 endur'd
              
               ;
            
             
               Because
               therefore
               no
               Wine
               we
               could
               come
               by
               ,
            
             
               We
               were
               resolv'd
               Beer
               should
               us
               satisfie
               .
            
          
           
             
               Being
               in
               ,
               the
               first
               thing
               that
               our
               eyes
               beheld
               ,
            
             
               (
               like
               to
               two
               Soldiers
               marching
               in
               the
               field
               )
            
             
               Came
               in
               a
               Bag-pudding
               and
               piece
               of
               Beef
               ,
            
             
               Which
               unto
               hungry
               stomacks
               gives
               relief
               .
            
             
             
               By
               what
               is
               writ
               ,
               Reader
               ,
               thou
               maist
               suppose
            
             
               (
               without
               the
               smelling
               ,
               snuffing
               sence
               ,
               the
               Nose
               )
            
             
               'T
               was
               Dinner
               time
               ,
               when
               men
               do
               meat
               devour
               ,
            
             
               Or
               (
               as
               the
               Quaker
               saith
               )
               'bout
               the
               Twelfth
               hour
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Stomacks
               were
               provided
               for
               the
               meat
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               did
               our
               Host
               fail
               for
               to
               bid
               us
               eat
               ,
            
             
               Few
               complements
               need
               to
               be
               us'd
               to
               do
               it
               ,
            
             
               For
               (
               hungry
               )
               we
               did
               stoutly
               fall
               unto
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               being
               thus
               refresht
               with
               wholsom
               diet
               ,
            
             
               You
               'd
               think
               our
               Stomacks
               should
               have
               been
               at
               quiet
               :
            
             
               But
               other
               thoughts
               did
               in
               our
               mind
               take
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               liquor
               there
               was
               wanting
               in
               the
               case
               ;
            
             
               Our
               Hostess
               she
               was
               very
               blithe
               and
               handy
               ,
            
             
               And
               brought
               us
               in
               a
               quartern
               of
               Nantz-Brandy
               ,
            
             
               A
               Liquor
               which
               the
               Dutch-men
               prize
               ,
               I
               think
               ,
            
             
               More
               than
               Ambrosia
               which
               the
               gods
               do
               drink
               ;
            
             
               Therefore
               its
               fame
               unto
               the
               Heav'ns
               they
               raise
               ,
            
             
               Indeed
               that
               Liquor
               well
               deserveth
               praise
            
             
               Beyond
               
                 Metheglin
                 ,
                 Vsquebah
              
               ,
               or
               Perry
               ,
            
             
               Or
               nappy
               Ale
               that
               makes
               mens
               hearts
               full
               merry
               .
            
             
               Worstershire-Sider
               ,
               nor
               yet
               Brunswick-Mum
               ,
            
             
               In
               goodness
               nothing
               near
               unto
               it
               come
               .
            
             
               Your
               liquorish
               Steponey
               ,
               or
               your
               Bracket
               ,
            
             
               For
               goodness
               like
               to
               Brandy
               they
               much
               lack
               it
               .
            
             
               
                 Cardimum
                 ,
                 Rosa-solis
                 ,
                 Aqua-vitae
              
               ,
            
             
               Although
               that
               they
               be
               very
               strong
               and
               mighty
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               no
               more
               comparable
               to
               Brandy
               ,
            
             
               Than
               is
               a
               Gyant
               to
               a
               Jack-a-dandy
               :
            
             
               Nor
               yet
               that
               Liquor
               Fancy
               on
               us
               thrusts
               ,
            
             
               Which
               scalds
               our
               mouths
               ,
               and
               tasts
               like
               to
               burnt
               Crusts
               ,
            
             
               As
               Black
               as
               Soot
               ,
               or
               as
               the
               River
               Stix
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               with
               Kennel
               water
               (
               surely
               )
               mix
               ,
            
             
               It
               comes
               far
               short
               of
               Brandy
               all
               will
               say
               ,
            
             
               Not
               to
               be
               mention'd
               with
               it
               the
               same
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Brandy
               (
               according
               to
               the
               drinking
               Law
               )
            
             
               It
               is
               both
               good
               and
               wholesom
               burnt
               or
               raw
               ;
            
             
               Or
               raw
               mixed
               with
               Sugar
               ,
               if
               you
               do
               it
               ,
            
             
               There
               is
               no
               drink
               comparable
               unto
               it
               ;
            
             
               It
               clears
               the
               Stomach
               ,
               and
               it
               helps
               digestion
               ,
            
             
               And
               is
               a
               wholesom
               Liquor
               without
               question
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               we
               at
               this
               good
               Liquor
               there
               did
               stay
            
             
               Till
               two
               full
               hours
               were
               wasted
               of
               the
               day
               ;
            
             
               When
               time
               ,
               which
               every
               one
               of
               truth
               convinces
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               not
               stay
               one
               jot
               ,
               no
               not
               for
               Princes
               ,
            
             
               Told
               us
               that
               we
               must
               part
               ,
               that
               too
               much
               drinking
            
             
               Cripled
               the
               Legs
               ,
               and
               made
               the
               wits
               be
               shrinking
               ,
            
             
               Then
               '
               cause
               we
               would
               not
               be
               contradictory
            
             
               To
               Time
               ,
               although
               to
               part
               we
               were
               right
               sorry
               ,
            
             
               We
               paid
               the
               shot
               ,
               a
               thing
               must
               not
               be
               undone
               ,
            
             
               And
               parted
               ,
               he
               towards
               York
               ,
               and
               I
               towards
               London
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               thence
               I
               on
               my
               journey
               forwards
               fell
            
             
               Unto
               a
               Town
               nam'd
               Stansted-Deal
               ,
               or
               Dell
               ,
            
             
               So
               call'd
               '
               cause
               it
               is
               in
               a
               bottom
               founded
               ,
            
             
               With
               Dells
               or
               watry
               places
               most
               surrounded
               :
            
             
               Here
               runs
               a
               River
               which
               doth
               save
               them
               charges
               ,
            
             
               Being
               capable
               of
               bearing
               Boats
               and
               Barges
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               to
               London
               they
               send
               store
               of
               Grain
               ,
            
             
               And
               bring
               thence
               Coles
               and
               other
               things
               again
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               good
               liquor
               in
               that
               Town
               they
               say
               ,
            
             
               But
               't
               was
               near
               half
               a
               mile
               out
               of
               my
               way
               :
            
             
               Wherefore
               because
               I
               would
               not
               go
               about
               ,
            
             
               I
               of
               that
               nappy
               liquor
               went
               without
               ;
            
             
               For
               why
               ,
               the
               nearest
               way
               to
               London
               lies
            
             
               Over
               a
               Common-meddow
               call'd
               the
               Ryes
               ,
            
             
               Which
               way
               I
               took
               ,
               and
               crossed
               the
               New-River
               ,
            
             
               That
               unto
               London
               doth
               her
               Streams
               deliver
               .
            
             
               But
               now
               some
               other
               matters
               to
               explain
               ,
            
             
               A
               while
               I
               'le
               turn
               my
               Verse
               to
               Prose
               again
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             As
             I
             was
             thus
             going
             over
             the
             Ryes
             ,
             there
             over-took
             me
             a
             Journey-man
             Shoo-maker
             ,
             going
             so
             fast
             ,
             as
             if
             his
             business
             required
             wonderful
             hast
             ;
             however
             I
             had
             that
             inquisitiveness
             to
             ask
             him
             why
             he
             went
             so
             fast
             ,
             and
             that
             if
             he
             went
             softlier
             I
             should
             be
             glad
             of
             his
             company
             ,
             as
             being
             alone
             :
             He
             replied
             ,
             that
             he
             was
             one
             of
             the
             Gentle-Craft
             ,
             and
             having
             by
             the
             perswasions
             of
             
               Monsieur
               Malt-worm
            
             spent
             all
             his
             chink
             ,
             he
             must
             hast
             to
             London
             that
             night
             ,
             having
             no
             Money
             to
             accommodate
             him
             with
             a
             lodging
             by
             the
             way
             .
             I
             laughed
             heartily
             at
             his
             discourse
             ,
             and
             told
             him
             he
             was
             not
             to
             be
             blamed
             for
             being
             money-less
             ,
             seeing
             the
             same
             was
             ordained
             by
             Jupiter
             before
             .
             Those
             words
             struck
             Crispin
             into
             a
             great
             amazement
             ,
             who
             would
             needs
             know
             how
             it
             came
             to
             pass
             that
             Jupiter
             should
             be
             such
             an
             enemy
             to
             good
             fellowship
             ?
             Marry
             (
             said
             I
             )
             I
             think
             him
             to
             be
             no
             enemy
             unto
             good
             fellowship
             ,
             though
             it
             hath
             happened
             that
             he
             hath
             predestin'd
             most
             of
             you
             to
             be
             unthrifts
             ,
             the
             manner
             whereof
             I
             will
             relate
             unto
             you
             .
          
           
             It
             happened
             some
             Ages
             before
             my
             Grandmother
             was
             born
             ,
             that
             Jupiter
             and
             Mercury
             travelled
             together
             upon
             the
             earth
             ;
             Mercury
             was
             wonderfully
             hungry
             ,
             and
             had
             no
             Money
             in
             his
             Purse
             to
             buy
             him
             any
             food
             ;
             and
             at
             last
             to
             his
             great
             comfort
             he
             spied
             where
             a
             company
             of
             Taylors
             were
             at
             dinner
             with
             butter'd
             Pease
             ,
             eating
             their
             Pease
             with
             their
             Needles
             points
             one
             by
             one
             :
             Mercury
             came
             to
             them
             ,
             and
             asked
             them
             his
             alms
             ;
             they
             proudly
             bid
             him
             sit
             down
             and
             do
             as
             he
             saw
             them
             did
             ,
             and
             with
             that
             delivered
             him
             a
             Needle
             .
             The
             poor
             God
             being
             passing
             hungry
             ,
             could
             not
             content
             his
             Maw
             with
             eating
             one
             by
             one
             ,
             but
             turned
             the
             eye
             of
             his
             Needle
             ,
             and
             eat
             two
             or
             three
             together
             ;
             which
             the
             Taylors
             seeing
             ,
             they
             start
             up
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             What
             fellow
             ,
             a
             Shovel
             and
             Spade
             to
             butter'd
             Pease
             !
             hast
             thou
             no
             more
             manners
             ?
             Get
             out
             of
             our
             company
             :
             and
             so
             they
             sent
             him
             packing
             with
             many
             strokes
             .
             Mercury
             coming
             back
             ,
             Jupiter
             
             demanded
             of
             him
             what
             news
             ?
             And
             he
             told
             him
             how
             churlishly
             he
             was
             used
             by
             the
             Taylors
             .
             Well
             ,
             wandering
             on
             further
             ,
             Mercury
             espied
             where
             a
             company
             of
             Shoo-makers
             were
             at
             Dinner
             with
             powdred
             Beef
             and
             Brewess
             ;
             going
             to
             them
             ,
             before
             he
             could
             ask
             them
             any
             alms
             ,
             they
             said
             ,
             Welcom
             good
             fellow
             ,
             what
             is
             thy
             Stomack
             up
             ?
             Wilt
             thou
             do
             as
             we
             do
             ,
             and
             taste
             of
             our
             Beef
             ?
             Mercury
             thanked
             them
             ,
             and
             sat
             down
             and
             eat
             his
             Belly-full
             ,
             and
             drank
             well
             of
             Double-Beer
             ;
             and
             when
             he
             had
             done
             ,
             went
             home
             to
             his
             Master
             ;
             as
             soon
             as
             he
             came
             ,
             Jupiter
             asked
             him
             what
             news
             ?
             And
             he
             said
             ,
             I
             have
             lighted
             amongst
             a
             crew
             of
             Shoo-makers
             ,
             the
             boonest
             Fellows
             that
             ever
             I
             met
             withal
             ,
             they
             have
             frankly
             fed
             me
             without
             grudging
             ,
             and
             therefore
             grant
             me
             a
             Boon
             for
             them
             .
             Ask
             what
             thou
             wilt
             ,
             Mercury
             (
             quoth
             he
             )
             and
             it
             shall
             be
             granted
             .
             Why
             then
             quoth
             he
             ,
             grant
             that
             for
             this
             good
             turn
             they
             have
             done
             me
             ,
             they
             may
             ever
             spend
             a
             Groat
             afore
             they
             can
             earn
             Twopence
             ;
             It
             shall
             be
             granted
             quoth
             he
             :
             Mercury
             ,
             as
             soon
             as
             Jupiter
             had
             said
             the
             word
             ,
             he
             bethought
             himself
             ,
             and
             said
             ,
             Not
             so
             ,
             but
             that
             they
             may
             earn
             a
             Groat
             before
             they
             spend
             Twopence
             ,
             for
             my
             Tongue
             slipt
             at
             first
             ;
             but
             Jupiter
             replied
             ,
             my
             grant
             cannot
             be
             recalled
             ,
             your
             first
             wish
             must
             stand
             firm
             .
             And
             hence
             it
             comes
             to
             pass
             that
             by
             Mercuries
             mistake
             ,
             and
             Jupiters
             grant
             ,
             that
             the
             Journey-men
             of
             the
             Gentle-craft
             have
             been
             ever
             since
             such
             boon
             blades
             ,
             and
             toping
             good
             Fellows
             .
          
           
             Crispin
             heard
             my
             Story
             with
             much
             attention
             ,
             and
             I
             perceived
             that
             had
             his
             Purse
             been
             answerable
             to
             his
             heart
             ,
             we
             had
             tasted
             what
             liquor
             had
             been
             at
             the
             next
             Ale-house
             :
             But
             as
             the
             old
             song
             says
             ,
             
               Poverty
               parts
               good
               company
            
             ;
             my
             Lady
             Pecunia
             having
             parted
             from
             him
             ,
             he
             soon
             parted
             from
             me
             ,
             and
             made
             all
             the
             hast
             he
             could
             towards
             London
             .
          
        
         
           
             
             
               Passing
               thus
               as
               I
               told
               you
               o're
               ,
               the
               Rye
               ,
            
             
               Incontinent
               to
               Hodsden
               I
               did
               hie
               ,
            
             
               A
               great
               th'row-fare
               ,
               consisting
               of
               one
               street
               ,
            
             
               But
               seated
               in
               an
               Air
               wholesom
               and
               sweet
               ;
            
             
               There
               is
               therein
               of
               Inns
               the
               duce
               and
               all
               ,
            
             
               But
               Beer
               in
               them
               methought
               was
               very
               small
               ,
            
             
               I
               try'd
               not
               only
               one
               ,
               but
               two
               or
               three
               ,
            
             
               But
               Beer
               in
               none
               did
               with
               my
               taste
               agree
               ;
            
             
               Indeed
               there
               is
               good
               Ale
               at
               the
               Thatcht-house
               ,
            
             
               Which
               followed
               will
               give
               a
               man
               a
               douce
               ,
            
             
               And
               likewise
               in
               the
               Town
               you
               there
               may
               see
            
             
               Of
               Taverns
               there
               's
               no
               less
               than
               two
               or
               three
               ,
            
             
               Wherein
               with
               Wine
               you
               there
               may
               fill
               your
               gorges
               ,
            
             
               But
               not
               so
               good
               (
               methinks
               )
               as
               my
               friend
               Georges
               .
            
             
               There
               is
               a
               Statue
               of
               a
               Nimph-like
               charm
               ,
            
             
               Which
               always
               holds
               a
               Pitcher
               in
               her
               arm
               ,
            
             
               Through
               which
               she
               water
               constant
               doth
               deliver
               ,
            
             
               Which
               saves
               the
               fetching
               of
               it
               from
               the
               River
               ;
            
             
               What
               other
               Rarities
               in
               this
               Town
               be
               ,
            
             
               Let
               them
               who
               list
               go
               thither
               for
               to
               see
               .
            
          
           
             
               From
               thence
               I
               went
               and
               had
               a
               little
               pull
            
             
               At
               Broksborn
               ,
               at
               the
               Sign
               of
               the
               Black-Bull
               ,
            
             
               Where
               though
               there
               was
               not
               high
               and
               mighty
               Liquor
               ,
            
             
               'T
               was
               stronger
               than
               at
               Hodsden
               ,
               and
               more
               quicker
               ;
            
             
               Quicker
               in
               two
               respects
               ,
               Pots
               came
               more
               thick
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               the
               Beer
               in
               drinking
               was
               more
               quick
               ;
            
             
               But
               having
               by
               such
               quickness
               much
               coyn
               spent
               ,
            
             
               I
               parted
               thence
               ,
               and
               unto
               Wormly
               went
               ;
            
             
               There
               did
               I
               stay
               all
               night
               at
               the
               White-Hind
               ,
            
             
               And
               found
               an
               Host
               was
               debonair
               and
               kind
               .
            
             
               He
               told
               me
               many
               tricks
               done
               in
               his
               youth
               ,
            
             
               Which
               if
               so
               be
               they
               all
               of
               them
               were
               truth
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               conclude
               (
               for
               so
               it
               plain
               appears
               )
            
             
               He
               was
               an
               arch
               wag
               in
               his
               younger
               years
               .
            
             
             
               My
               Hostess
               she
               was
               bonny
               ,
               tite
               ,
               and
               neat
               ,
            
             
               And
               full
               of
               mirth
               ,
               as
               is
               an
               Egg
               of
               meat
               .
            
             
               She
               bid
               me
               kindly
               welcome
               ,
               so
               she
               may
            
             
               I
               think
               to
               any
               one
               that
               freely
               pay
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               this
               I
               'le
               say
               ,
               her
               Meat
               was
               of
               the
               best
               ,
            
             
               Fresh
               ,
               sweet
               ,
               and
               good
               ,
               and
               very
               cleanly
               drest
               ;
            
             
               All
               her
               discourse
               was
               pleasant
               ,
               sweet
               as
               honey
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               was
               kindly
               welcome
               for
               my
               money
               .
            
          
           
             
               Next
               morn
               no
               sooner
               Phoebus
               did
               appear
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               his
               beams
               did
               gild
               our
               Hemisphear
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               soon
               shook
               off
               Morpheus
               drowzy
               clog
               ,
            
             
               First
               drank
               ,
               and
               paid
               ,
               then
               forwards
               on
               did
               jog
            
             
               Unto
               a
               Town
               call'd
               Cheshunt
               ,
               wheretofore
            
             
               Was
               a
               Religious
               House
               of
               Nuns
               great
               store
               ;
            
             
               These
               Nuns
               were
               Maids
               or
               Virgins
               ,
               chuse
               you
               which
               ,
            
             
               Or
               at
               the
               leastwise
               they
               should
               have
               been
               such
               ,
            
             
               But
               same
               hath
               told
               (
               if
               same
               hath
               not
               beli'd
               them
               )
            
             
               They
               no
               such
               Cattel
               were
               by
               those
               that
               try'd
               them
               ;
            
             
               For
               under
               ground
               they
               had
               a
               private
               Cell
            
             
               To
               Waltham-Abby
               where
               the
               Monks
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               conveyance
               they
               each
               other
               met
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               Bastards
               by
               this
               means
               did
               get
               ;
            
             
               But
               whether
               that
               the
               same
               were
               true
               or
               no
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               only
               God
               Almighty
               that
               doth
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               Cheshunt
               Town
               is
               three
               miles
               long
               or
               near
               ,
            
             
               And
               scattered
               with
               Houses
               here
               and
               there
               ;
            
             
               Some
               Alehouses
               upon
               the
               Road
               I
               saw
               ,
            
             
               And
               some
               with
               bushes
               ,
               shew'ng
               they
               Wine
               did
               draw
               ,
            
             
               But
               whether
               Beer
               or
               Wine
               were
               good
               or
               bad
               ,
            
             
               To
               tast
               thereof
               no
               time
               as
               then
               I
               had
               :
            
             
               For
               should
               a
               man
               at
               every
               Ale-house
               call
               ,
            
             
               'T
               would
               empty
               his
               Purse
               ,
               and
               spoil
               his
               brains
               withal
               ;
            
             
               And
               truly
               unto
               me
               it
               is
               a
               wonder
            
             
               To
               see
               how
               Ale-houses
               the
               Road
               do
               ●●●●er
               ,
            
             
             
               It
               does
               to
               me
               much
               admiration
               give
            
             
               To
               think
               which
               ways
               they
               make
               a
               shift
               to
               live
               !
            
             
               And
               yet
               I
               think
               a
               man
               may
               wonder
               more
            
             
               That
               many
               men
               about
               them
               live
               so
               poor
               !
            
             
               The
               Reason
               is
               ,
               that
               what
               these
               poor
               men
               gain
               ,
            
             
               The
               Ale-houses
               for
               drink
               from
               them
               do
               drain
               ;
            
             
               And
               so
               these
               poor
               men
               ,
               to
               be
               term'd
               good
               fellows
               ,
            
             
               Do
               toil
               and
               moil
               for
               to
               maintain
               the
               Ale-house
               .
            
          
           
             
               As
               to
               this
               purpose
               did
               a
               Neighbour
               mine
               ,
            
             
               Who
               to
               maintain
               the
               Ale-wives
               to
               go
               fine
               ,
            
             
               And
               idly
               live
               ,
               whatever
               that
               he
               got
            
             
               He
               spent
               upon
               them
               ,
               on
               the
               Pipe
               and
               Pot
               ;
            
             
               He
               following
               this
               Trade
               continually
               ,
            
             
               Fell
               grievous
               sick
               ,
               as
               if
               he
               straight
               would
               die
               ;
            
             
               Desiring
               his
               Wives
               pity
               ,
               he
               to
               move
               her
               ,
            
             
               Told
               her
               if
               that
               please
               God
               he
               did
               recover
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               his
               help
               he
               to
               him
               would
               be
               giving
               ,
            
             
               Hee
               'd
               make
               the
               Ale-wives
               to
               spin
               for
               their
               living
               .
            
             
               Soon
               after
               he
               recover'd
               his
               distemper
               ,
            
             
               But
               quickly
               grew
               he
               to
               be
               idem-semper
               ,
            
             
               The
               Ale-houses
               he
               no
               ways
               would
               refrain
               ,
            
             
               Which
               made
               his
               wife
               thus
               carefully
               complain
               ,
            
             
               Husband
               ,
               you
               said
               ,
               if
               that
               God
               sent
               you
               health
               ,
            
             
               You
               would
               unto
               your self
               return
               your
               wealth
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               the
               Ale-wives
               for
               their
               living
               spin
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               another
               mind
               I
               see
               you
               're
               in
               .
            
             
               True
               Wife
               (
               reply'd
               the
               man
               )
               I
               were
               to
               blame
            
             
               Should
               I
               deny
               't
               ,
               and
               still
               my
               mind
               's
               the
               same
               :
            
             
               But
               first
               they
               must
               have
               Money
               wherewithall
            
             
               For
               to
               buy
               Flax
               ,
               ere
               they
               to
               spinning
               fall
               .
            
             
               "
               Thus
               still
               what
               vice
               a
               man
               is
               to
               addicted
               ,
            
             
               "
               He
               by
               excuses
               seeks
               to
               be
               protected
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               to
               return
               where
               I
               did
               leave
               before
               ,
            
             
               This
               Town
               of
               Cheshunt
               having
               passed
               o're
               ,
            
             
             
               I
               came
               to
               Waltham-Cross
               ,
               from
               London
               Town
            
             
               A
               Dozen
               miles
               just
               ,
               either
               up
               or
               down
               :
            
             
               Of
               which
               same
               Cross
               ,
               because
               that
               I
               will
               write
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               again
               in
               Prose
               a
               while
               indite
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             This
             Cross
             was
             erected
             by
             King
             Edward
             the
             first
             ,
             in
             memory
             of
             his
             Wife
             Queen
             Eleanor
             ,
             a
             renowned
             and
             vertuous
             Lady
             ,
             Sister
             to
             Alphonsus
             King
             of
             Castile
             ,
             Daughter
             to
             King
             Ferdinand
             the
             third
             ,
             and
             only
             Child
             of
             Joan
             his
             second
             Wife
             ,
             Daughter
             and
             Heir
             of
             John
             Earl
             of
             Ponthien
             .
             She
             accompanied
             her
             Husband
             to
             the
             Holy
             Land
             ,
             in
             which
             Voyage
             ,
             he
             being
             stabbed
             by
             a
             Saracen
             with
             a
             poysoned
             Dagger
             ,
             when
             no
             Medicine
             could
             extract
             the
             poyson
             ,
             she
             did
             it
             with
             her
             Tongue
             ,
             licking
             daily
             ,
             while
             her
             Husband
             slept
             ,
             his
             rankling
             wounds
             ,
             whereby
             they
             perfectly
             closed
             ,
             and
             yet
             her self
             received
             no
             harm
             !
             
               So
               soveraign
               a
               medicine
            
             (
             said
             Speed
             )
             
               is
               a
               womans
               tongue
               ,
               anointed
               with
               the
               vertue
               of
               lovely
               affection
               .
               Pity
               it
               is
               ,
            
             saith
             Mr.
             
               Fuller
               ,
               such
               a
               pretty
               story
               should
               not
               be
               true
               ,
               because
               then
               we
               might
               hear
               of
               one
               womans
               tongue
               that
               hath
               done
               good
               ,
               whereas
               otherwise
               we
               have
               heard
               of
               a
               hundred
               womens
               tongues
               that
               have
               done
               hurt
               .
            
             However
             ,
             no
             question
             she
             was
             a
             woman
             of
             excellent
             parts
             ,
             to
             our
             Nation
             a
             loving
             Mother
             ,
             and
             (
             saith
             Walsingham
             )
             
               the
               Column
               and
               Pillar
               ,
               as
               it
               were
               ,
               of
               the
               whole
               Realm
               .
            
             She
             dyed
             at
             Herdby
             in
             
               Lincolnshire
               ,
               November
            
             29
             ,
             1290
             ,
             having
             been
             King
             Edwards
             Wife
             36
             years
             ,
             who
             erected
             to
             her
             honour
             these
             Crosses
             ,
             as
             Statues
             ,
             at
             
               Lincoln
               ,
               Grantham
               ,
               Stanford
               ,
               Geddington
               ,
               Northampton
               ,
               Stony-Stratford
               ,
               Dunstable
               ,
            
             St.
             Albans
             ,
             this
             at
             Waltham
             ,
             and
             one
             at
             Westminster
             called
             Charing-cross
             ;
             which
             last
             was
             by
             the
             Rump
             ,
             that
             Maggot-end
             of
             a
             Parliament
             ,
             pulled
             down
             ;
             to
             such
             uncertain
             periods
             come
             oftentimes
             the
             fairest
             Structures
             ,
             as
             this
             which
             was
             built
             of
             Marble
             ,
             and
             therefore
             the
             more
             subject
             to
             the
             covetousness
             of
             avaritious
             hands
             .
             Thus
             ,
             as
             
               John
               Taylor
            
             hath
             it
             ,
             
               
                 Old
                 Charing-Cross
                 that
                 lasted
                 many
                 lives
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 turn'd
                 to
                 Saltsellers
                 and
                 H●f●s
                 of
                 Knives
                 .
              
            
             But
             this
             Cross
             at
             Waltham
             being
             not
             so
             rich
             ,
             escaped
             ruine
             ,
             though
             time
             hath
             made
             it
             something
             ruinous
             in
             respect
             of
             its
             former
             beauty
             and
             splendor
             .
             But
             enough
             of
             this
             Cross
             ,
             lest
             I
             cross
             my
             Reader
             with
             the
             tediousness
             of
             the
             relation
             thereof
             .
          
        
         
           
             
             
               From
               Waltham-Cross
               I
               went
               to
               Enfield
               Town
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               the
               Sign
               there
               of
               the
               
                 Rose
                 and
                 Crown
              
               ,
            
             
               A
               noted
               place
               ;
               which
               House
               much
               money
               takes
            
             
               For
               sale
               of
               Butter'd
               bread
               ,
               Eel-pies
               and
               Cakes
               ;
            
             
               There
               also
               is
               good
               Beer
               ,
               and
               Ale
               so
               great
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               said
               that
               it
               will
               make
               a
               Cat
               to
               speak
               .
            
             
               But
               there
               is
               one
               thing
               makes
               amends
               for
               all
               ,
            
             
               Although
               their
               Ale
               be
               great
               ,
               their
               pots
               are
               small
               .
            
             
               This
               House
               is
               call'd
               
                 old
                 Joans
              
               ,
               but
               wherefore
               so
               ,
            
             
               To
               tell
               to
               you
               the
               truth
               ,
               I
               do
               not
               know
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               can
               we
               ought
               of
               its
               antiquity
               read
            
             
               In
               learned
               Cambden
               ,
               or
               laborious
               Speed
               ,
            
             
               For
               had
               they
               at
               the
               same
               but
               tope't
               their
               nose
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               have
               writ
               of
               it
               I
               do
               suppose
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               did
               
                 John
                 Taylor
              
               the
               brave
               
                 Water
                 ▪
                 Poet
              
            
             
               In
               all
               his
               rambling
               Travels
               surely
               know
               it
               ,
            
             
               For
               honest
               John
               did
               ne're
               commit
               that
               crime
               ,
            
             
               To
               drink
               good
               Ale
               ,
               and
               mention
               not
               the
               Sign
               ;
            
             
               But
               since
               that
               time
               I
               have
               informed
               been
               ,
            
             
               That
               those
               same
               persons
               who
               now
               live
               therein
               ,
            
             
               Were
               in
               another
               House
               living
               e're
               while
               ,
            
             
               Nearer
               to
               London
               much
               about
               a
               mile
               ,
            
             
               And
               coming
               for
               to
               live
               where
               now
               they
               do
               ,
            
             
               They
               brought
               the
               name
               of
               
                 old
                 Joans
              
               thither
               too
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               after
               I
               had
               staid
               a
               little
               space
               ,
            
             
               Towards
               London
               then
               I
               forwarder
               did
               trace
               ,
            
             
               And
               weary
               as
               I
               was
               at
               last
               did
               come
            
             
               To
               the
               
                 Blew
                 Bell
              
               in
               merry
               Edmonton
               ;
            
             
               I
               call
               it
               merry
               ,
               for
               it
               doth
               appear
            
             
               That
               once
               a
               merry
               Devil
               lived
               there
               .
            
             
               Or
               else
               the
               story
               lies
               ,
               and
               the
               
               Devil
               's
               in
               't
               ,
            
             
               If
               men
               would
               dare
               for
               to
               put
               lies
               in
               print
               ;
            
             
               But
               ancient
               Records
               they
               be-like
               do
               tell
            
             
               One
               
                 Peter
                 Faber
              
               he
               therein
               did
               dwell
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               he
               deceiv'd
               the
               Devil
               as
               't
               is
               sed
               ,
            
             
               The
               Devil
               sure
               was
               fairly
               brought
               to
               bed
               ;
            
             
               That
               he
               should
               be
               deceiv'd
               't
               is
               to
               be
               wonder'd
               ,
            
             
               Where
               one
               deceives
               him
               ,
               he
               deceives
               a
               hunder'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               Holla
               Muse
               ,
               where
               runs
               my
               busie
               pen
               !
            
             
               Return
               unto
               thy
               subject
               once
               agen
               ,
            
             
               Here
               at
               the
               Bell
               I
               found
               good
               Beer
               ,
               good
               Sack
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               did
               they
               Customers
               at
               that
               time
               lack
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               postures
               to
               express
               as
               they
               sat
               quaffing
               ,
            
             
               Would
               make
               a
               Horse
               his
               Bridle
               break
               with
               laughing
               :
            
             
               Here
               one
               sate
               in
               a
               fume
               of
               Tunidado
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               vapours
               unto
               Heaven
               did
               make
               scalado
               ;
            
             
               Another
               he
               did
               spit
               and
               spall
               so
               sore
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               'd
               see
               what
               he
               had
               drunk
               before
               ;
            
             
               Another
               he
               did
               sing
               so
               out
               of
               frame
               ,
            
             
               'T
               would
               scare
               the
               schreich-owles
               for
               to
               hear
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               One
               had
               his
               tongue
               continually
               a
               walking
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               none
               could
               gain
               one
               wise
               word
               by
               his
               talking
               ;
            
             
               Another
               did
               better
               decorum
               keep
               ,
            
             
               Nodding
               his
               head
               a
               while
               he
               fell
               asleep
               ;
            
             
               Some
               could
               not
               to
               one
               seat
               their
               breeches
               fix
               ,
            
             
               But
               walking
               still
               were
               full
               of
               antick
               tricks
               :
            
             
               So
               each
               a
               several
               posture
               did
               express
               ,
            
             
               Acted
               with
               very
               much
               rediculousness
               ,
            
             
               That
               it
               would
               make
               one
               think
               ,
               a
               man
               to
               see
            
             
               What
               kind
               of
               Beasts
               and
               Anticks
               ,
               Drunkards
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               he
               from
               over-drinking
               should
               refrain
               ,
            
             
               Or
               having
               been
               drunk
               ,
               ne're
               be
               drunk
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               Here
               at
               the
               Bell
               I
               little
               time
               did
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Drank
               only
               one
               bare
               pint
               ,
               and
               went
               my
               way
               .
            
             
               But
               in
               the
               Road
               another
               Tavern
               spi'd
               ,
            
             
               Where
               what
               juice
               was
               within
               I
               went
               and
               tri'd
               ;
            
             
               To
               give
               you
               commendations
               of
               the
               Wine
            
             
               It
               much
               doth
               need
               ,
               't
               was
               neither
               brisk
               nor
               fine
               ,
            
             
             
               Racy
               ,
               nor
               pure
               ;
               therefore
               I
               do
               not
               scoff
               ,
            
             
               It
               needs
               much
               praises
               for
               to
               put
               it
               off
               ;
            
             
               But
               yet
               the
               Drawer
               like
               an
               honest
               Lad
            
             
               Told
               me
               ,
               although
               the
               first
               pint
               proved
               bad
               ,
            
             
               Bid
               me
               I
               should
               not
               be
               too
               much
               perplext
               ,
            
             
               For
               why
               it
               should
               be
               mended
               in
               the
               next
               ;
            
             
               But
               I
               well
               knowing
               his
               wire-drawing
               tricks
               ,
            
             
               By
               which
               on
               many
               a
               person
               they
               do
               fix
               ;
            
             
               Did
               leave
               him
               for
               some
               other
               one
               to
               taper
               on
               ,
            
             
               And
               bid
               adieu
               to
               him
               and
               his
               blue
               apron
               .
            
          
           
             
               Next
               I
               to
               Totnam-High-cross
               took
               my
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               Sign
               o'
               th'
               Swan
               a
               while
               did
               stay
               ,
            
             
               Being
               by
               a
               friend
               call'd
               in
               ,
               who
               with
               a
               glance
            
             
               From
               out
               the
               window
               spied
               me
               by
               chance
               ;
            
             
               No
               Complements
               betwixt
               us
               were
               neglected
               ,
            
             
               Being
               glad
               to
               meet
               together
               unexpected
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               as
               when
               friends
               meet
               ,
               the
               common
               use
            
             
               Is
               to
               enquire
               straight
               ,
               
                 Pray
                 what
                 good
                 news
              
               ?
            
             
               So
               was
               it
               then
               with
               us
               ,
               our
               tongues
               'gan
               prate
            
             
               Of
               such
               transactions
               as
               were
               done
               of
               late
               ,
            
             
               And
               afterwards
               to
               other
               matters
               fell
               ;
            
             
               And
               first
               of
               all
               our
               tongues
               began
               to
               tell
            
             
               How
               Honesty
               we
               thought
               from
               earth
               was
               fled
               ,
            
             
               Money
               was
               scarce
               ,
               and
               that
               made
               trading
               dead
               .
            
             
               That
               men
               of
               parts
               were
               flighted
               and
               neglected
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               mimick
               anticks
               were
               too
               much
               respected
               ;
            
             
               How
               that
               Hypocrisie
               bare
               so
               much
               rule
               ,
            
             
               Plain
               dealing
               now
               accounted
               was
               a
               fool
               ;
            
             
               How
               
                 yea
                 and
                 nay
              
               ,
               if
               you
               do
               rightly
               scan
               him
               ,
            
             
               Would
               cozen
               ,
               but
               more
               slylier
               far
               than
               dam-●im
               ;
            
             
               That
               some
               men
               ,
               though
               in
               Knavery
               were
               mounted
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               would
               be
               angry
               to
               be
               Knaves
               accounted
               ▪
            
             
               These
               last
               were
               my
               friends
               words
               which
               he
               me
               told
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               straightway
               desir'd
               him
               to
               hold
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               bid
               him
               speak
               with
               better
               circumspection
               ,
            
             
               (
               There
               is
               no
               gen'ral
               Rule
               without
               exception
               )
            
             
               For
               in
               our
               Country
               I
               my self
               did
               know
            
             
               As
               great
               a
               Knave
               as
               thereabouts
               did
               grow
               ,
            
             
               Who
               cause
               he
               would
               be
               known
               to
               be
               a
               Knave
               ,
            
             
               To
               have
               it
               under-hand
               five
               shillings
               gave
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               this
               was
               a
               ▪
               real
               truth
               ,
               no
               jest
               ,
            
             
               Hundreds
               might
               sign
               it
               with
               
                 Probatum
                 est
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               we
               of
               Knav'ry
               did
               our
               judgments
               scan
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               Knav'ry
               will
               be
               us'd
               do
               what
               we
               can
               ;
            
             
               Which
               made
               that
               Knave
               to
               think
               he
               did
               not
               leese
               ,
            
             
               When
               as
               he
               paid
               ten
               pounds
               by
               one
               poor
               Cheese
               ;
            
             
               Well
               may
               we
               say
               with
               Rombus
               the
               School
               master
               ,
            
             
               'T
               will
               cause
               a
               broken
               head
               to
               have
               such
               plaister
               ;
            
             
               And
               thus
               a
               man
               might
               eas'ly
               make
               it
               plain
               ,
            
             
               That
               some
               are
               but
               bare
               Knaves
               ,
               some
               Knaves
               in
               grain
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               to
               return
               where
               we
               did
               leave
               before
               ▪
            
             
               And
               of
               these
               cheating
               Knaves
               to
               write
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               Commanding
               Time
               which
               will
               not
               stay
               for
               no
               man
               ,
            
             
               Me
               to
               my
               Journey
               once
               again
               did
               summon
               ;
            
             
               My
               friend
               and
               I
               that
               was
               so
               honest
               hearted
               ,
            
             
               Drunk
               to
               each
               other
               ▪
               then
               shook
               hands
               and
               parted
               .
            
             
               Going
               still
               nearer
               London
               ,
               I
               did
               come
            
             
               In
               little
               space
               of
               time
               to
               Newington
               .
            
             
               Now
               as
               I
               past
               along
               I
               cast
               my
               eye
               on
               ,
            
             
               The
               Signs
               of
               
                 Cock
                 and
                 Pie
              
               ,
               and
               Bull
               and
               Lion
               ,
            
             
               And
               Handsome
               Hostesses
               ,
               with
               smiling
               looks
               ,
            
             
               And
               thought
               that
               Jack-daws
               might
               be
               caught
               by
               Rooks.
            
             
               So
               I
               ne're
               staid
               ,
               but
               unto
               Kingsland
               came
               ,
            
             
               Where
               at
               that
               place
               I
               found
               the
               very
               same
            
             
               Signs
               to
               invite
               the
               people
               in
               to
               drink
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Where
               (
               if
               you
               will
               )
               you
               may
               spend
               store
               of
               Chink
               .
            
             
               From
               thence
               my
               course
               to
               London
               I
               did
               bend
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               City
               made
               my
               Journeys
               ▪
            
          
           
             END
             .
          
        
         
      
    
     
  

