tell vs tales Tom foole may goe to schoole but nere be taught Speake Greeke with which our Tom his tongue is fraught Tom-Asse may passe but for al his long eares No such rich iewels as our Tom he weares Tom Tell-Troth is but froth but truth to tel Of al Toms this Tom beares away the bel Explicit Iacobus Field Incipit Glareanus Vadianus A Sceleton or bare Anatomie of the Punctures and Iunctures of Mr. Thomas Coryate of 〈◊〉 in loose 〈◊〉 called by the Italians versi sciolti because they goe like Tom-boyes scalciati without hose or shoe bootlesse and footlesse Perused this last quarter of the Moone and illustrated with the Commentaries of Mr. Prim-rase Silke-worme student in Gastrologia and Tuffmoccado BEauclerke of Odcombe Bellamy of Fame Learnings quicke Atome wits glosse on Natures text Sembriefe of time the fiue finger of game Ambs-ace of blots sweep-stake of what comes next March pane of mirth the Genoua past of loue The Graces gallipot Musicks fiddle-sticke The 〈◊〉 of sport and follies turtle Doue Noddie turnd vp al made yet lose the tricke Thou Chesse-board pawne who on one paire of shoes Hast trode the foote-bal of this worlds Center Discouering places couch'd betweene the poles Where honest vertue neuer yet durst enter How should I sing thy worth in fitting layes With 〈◊〉 verses of an hide bound Muse And crowne thy head with misletoe for baies Vnlesse thy knap-sacke did new thoughts insuse Such Gallo-Belgicke Mercuries are not chipt From euery billet nor each axle-tree Nature her selfe in thee herselfe out-stript When she produc'd this vagrant Humble-Bee Whose buzze hath fil'd this worlds circled round Hing'd on the Articke and Antarticke starre And whose great fame finds now no other bound Then from the Magellan strait to Gibraltar Whose glorious deeds out-face and fiercely daunt Guzman of Spaine and Amadis of France Vterpendragon Vrson and 〈◊〉 Great Don Quixot and 〈◊〉 of Orleance Ludgate the floud-gate of great Londons people With double dores receiues a wight so dapper Bel-man and knel-man gentry of the steeple Do peale thy praise with Rousse and Bow-bel clapper Whiles I thy goodly frame doe seeke to scanne How part to part doth mortise knit and linke I boulted haue my spirits to the branne And left my wits fast 〈◊〉 in the Clinke For Tom's a cap-stone and a turne-spit lacke A skrewed engine Mathematical To draw vp words that make the welkin cracke Out of a wit strangly dogmatical Tom is an Irish Harpe whose heart-strings tune As fancies wrest doth straine or slacke his cord Sometimes he warbleth sweet as a 〈◊〉 prune And sometimes iarres out of a crackt sound board Tom is the padlocke of all secrecie Whose tong 's the tel-tale of what 's done and more Vents out the barmy froth of surquedrie By thirteene to the dozen thirty to the score Tom's a Bologna 〈◊〉 louely fat Stuft with the flesh of a Westphalian sow The shoing-horne of wine that serueth pat To make the feeble strong the strong to bow Tom is a twinne and yet an Odde and both Twinne shoes Odde shirt and both by combination Which odde twin-triple-one to speaken troth Hath run a wild-goose race a pilgrims station This and all this is Tom and yet much more A Mandrake growne vnder some Heauy-tree There where S. Nicholas knights not long before Had dropt their fat 〈◊〉 to the lee The neck-weed-gallow-grasses sapling plant A Mushrum 〈◊〉 with a thunder-clap Which without noble stocke or such like vant In one nights space grew out of Flona's lap Yet for all this Tom thou hadst prooued soone Abortiue and a 〈◊〉 worth but little Had not thy fire the mans that's in the Moone 〈◊〉 fed thee in thy youth with Cuckow spittle Then treade the steps of th' Author of thy birth VVho once doth euery Moneth surround the earth Explicit Glareanus Vadianus Incipit Richardus Hughes Cambro-Britannus Reg a Pedibus Englyn vnodl inion I Candish a Drak i gwendid lhywiaiâ—… â—…ewn lhawer aâ—…lendidâ—… â—…y scaiâ—…â—…wy mewn dwy eskid Yr hell gorph â—…a â—…hain i gid Explicit Richardus Hughes Cambro-Britannus Regi à Pedibus Thomae Coryati huius operis Authoris ad Beneuolum Lectorem de 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Macaronici Scazontes 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ille ego qui didici 〈◊〉 andare 〈◊〉 Vilibus in scrutis 〈◊〉 pede 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Cyclico-gyrouagus coopertos neigibus Alpes Passaui transvectus equo cui nomina 〈◊〉 Nulla viandanti mihi fit 〈◊〉 vestis Non cum pennachis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 veluts Bambalea in testà 〈◊〉 est guippona satini Toscano de more nitens sed plena pidocchis Et de fustaganà squalens pourpointa Milanà Courans espaldas 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 faldas Vna capatorum 〈◊〉 paia est vna camisa His ego comptus iter capio rodeando per acres Grisonas Rhaetos me tessaco-trochlea raptat Esseda 〈◊〉 syluas 〈◊〉 sierras Menses bis binos valles 〈◊〉 supinos Transegi superans Video te grassa Verona Bergamaque Italiae noua Pergama quà stabulatus Succidus vrina madui benè lotus equinà Venegiam ingressus spatiosam Diue Piazzam Marce tuam lustro 〈◊〉 Rialtum 〈◊〉 suis scalmis Golfum mea 〈◊〉 verrit Aestu barca Maris nuotat nouus 〈◊〉 amoris Aemyliana tuas subito me truccat ad aeades Vlcera bubarum terret me paura verollae 〈◊〉 intrare vetans rumor honesti Me torret tua bionda Chioma tua guancia bella Purpureas 〈◊〉 rosas duo giglia pura Mortidae 〈◊〉 manùs 〈◊〉 vas poppa bianca Lactis 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 lactisque cremorem Crapula me cepit quare conuersus 〈◊〉 Parturij crudos boccones ore momordi Pectoreque evomui quos nunc submittere stampae Allubuit Tu Lector aue nostraequè Cucinae Cruda 〈◊〉 stomachifoculo benè digere frusta Explicit Thomas Coryatus Nouerint 〈◊〉 c. KNow gentle Reader that the booke in prayse where of all these preceding verses were written is purposely omitted for 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 good partly for the greatnes of the volume 〈◊〉 654. pages ech page 〈◊〉 lines each line 48. letters besides Panegyricks Poems Epistles Prefaces Letters Orations fragments posthumes with the comma's colons ful-points and other things 〈◊〉 apperraining which beeing printed of a Character legible without spectacles would haue caused 〈◊〉 Booke much to exceed that price whereat 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 witty dayes value such stuffe as that 〈◊〉 for that one Whose learning iudgement wit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Are weight with Toms iust to a 〈◊〉 Hauing read the booke with an 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it could he but haue melted our 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 lumpe so much matter worthy the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 filled foure pages but finding 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his hope therein fallen short 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Author of the Crudities 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 trauels which being 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is likely to produce 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 greater 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which beeing 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉
and 〈◊〉 C A Horse here'ts sadled but no Tom him to backe It should rather haue beene Tom that a horse did lacke D HEre vp the Alpes not so plaine as to Dunstable He 's carried like a Cripple from Constable to Constable E A Punke here pelts him with egs How so For he did but kisse her and so let her goe F Religiously here he bids row from the stewes He will expiate this sinne with conuerting the Iewes G ANd there while he giues the zealous Brauado A Rabbin confutes him with the Bastinado H HEre by a Boore too hee 's like to be beaten For Grapes he had gather'd before they were eaten I OLd Hat here torne Hose with Shoes ful of grauel And louse-dropping case are the Armes of his trauel K HEre finer then comming from his Punke you 〈◊〉 see F. shewes what he was K what he will bee L HEre France and Italy both to him shed Their hornes and Germany pukes on his head M ANd here he disdaind not in a forraine land To lie at Liuory while the Horses did stand N BVt here neither trusting his hands nor his legs Being in feare to be robd be most learnedly begs Ben Ionson An introduction to the ensuing verses I Here present vnto thee gentle Reader the encomiasticke and panegyrick verses of some of the worthiest spirits of this Kingdome composed by persons of eminent quality and marke as well for dignity as excellency of wit such as haue vouchsafed to descend so low as to dignifie and illustrate my lucubrations without any demerit of theirs I doe ingenuously confesse with the singular fruits of their elegant inuentions which they haue expressed in the best and most learned languages of the world two onely excepted which are the Welch and Irish. But in that I exhibite vnto thy view such a great multitude of Verses as no booke whatsoeuer printed in England these hundred yeeres had the like written in praise thereof ascribe it not I intreate thee to any ambitious humour of mee as that I should craue to obtrude so many to the world in praise of my booke For I can assure thee I sollicited not halfe those worthy wights for these verses that I now divulge a great part of them beeing sent vnto me voluntarily from diuers of my friends frō whom I expected no such courtesie At last when I saw the multitude of them to increase to so great a number I resolued to put aboue a thousand of them into an Index expurgatorius and to detaine them from the presse Wherevpon the Princes Highnesse who hath most graciously deigned to bee the Hyperaspist and Moecenas of my booke vnderstanding that I meant to suppresse so many gaue me a strict and expresse commandement to print all those verses which I had read to his Highnesse Since then that ineuitable necessity hath beene imposed vpon mee I haue heere communicated that copious rhapsody of poems to the world that my learned friends haue bountifully bestowed vpon mee wherein many of them are disposed to glance at mee with their free and mery iests for which I desire thee courteous Reader to suspend thy censure of mee till thou hast read ouer my whole booke Jncipit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 LOrdings full well I hope you know I neuer shot in Phoebus bow Or climb'd Parnassus hill Yet must I needes in doggrell rime Craue your sweete patience for a time Full sore against my will I am not now to tell a tale Of George a Greene or lacke a Vale Or yet of Chittiface But I must be the Chanti-cleere Of one that is withouten peere A horne replete with grace For he at Odcombe was y-bore Whereas the Fates were heard to score The fortunes of his birth Go pretty Dandi-prat to schoole Said they thou shalt no little foole Be counted for thy mirth The child in time was waxen great And all the Sophists he did threat Their Problemes to confound Grammarians sore did stand in feare The coynage of his words to heare So vncouth was their sound For by a naturall instinct The Graces to his lips were linkt Forsooth his lips were faire His mouth did open ere he spake And swifter farre then Ducke or Drake His words flew through the ayre The stonie hearts that could not bide A Church-ale at a Whitsontide He suppled with his speech And like a Captaine bold and stout He did aduance his Eagles snout Faire thriue it I beseseech Not Mahound no not Tarmagaunt Could euer make halfe their avaunt Of deedes so sterne and fell As cau this child Sir Thopas Squire Inspired with a sparke of fire Stolne out of Wisedomes cell He 〈◊〉 words vpon his teeth Rime thereunto I can vnneeth Yet still I will proceede Like as a Beare doth licke her whelpe Their roughnesse so his tongue doth helpe When polishing is need Now Lordings mercy I do aske That since I vnder-went this taske His name I haue conceal'd He keepes the Magazine of wit And beares the priuy key of it Which may not be reueal'd Yet in despight of bread and ale Vnbuekled now shall be the male Betide what may betide His name is Coryate I wis But whether he be flesh or fish I cannot yet decide For like the errant Knight Vlysses Through the Seas amongst the fishes He lanched foorth his hulke The sides whereof were heard to grone No lesse then tweuty miles and one Vnder his grieuous bulke Then either 〈◊〉 scrippe or bagge He vide his ten-toes for a nagge From Venice for to hie Thorough thicke and thorough thinne Vntill he came vnto his Inne His winged heeles did flie He trauail'd North he trauail'd South With Hyperaspist in his mouth A word of his deuising For Nature letters pattents gaue To him the priuiledge to haue Of words naturalizing To trees and sleeples as he went He did his homage verament And salu-ed them each one He registred their names alwaies Contrary if that any sayes The booke is to be showne A Curtizan then Lycoras More sweet in Venice towne there was That wisht him for her owne But she could neuer him hand-fast For as a Gelding he was chast Thongh Gelding he were none The Barcaruolo appetite His Gondola directed right Vnto a female Else Yet would he not play Cupids ape In Chancers ieast lest he should shape A Pigsnye like himselfe This wandring Squire full 〈◊〉 I heard The circle of his Beard had squard And scowred euery haire That sweeter then the Eglentine And then the purple Columbine He did appeare more faire He had a kind of simple blush That kept him still for being flush When Ladies did him woo Though they did smile he seem'd to seowle As doth the faire broad-faced Fowle That sings To whit to whooe It was no crochet of his brayne That put his legs to so great paine In passing to and fro But sure it was the quintessence Of study that beyond all sense Had made his wits to crow With Latin
though not in solid stuffe For which let not our carping Criticks huffe For thou the substance wouldest not bring Of ought which might be termed a solid thing Alas poore Tom they doe mistake thy age Who thinke thou art not past the making sage Or that thy iourney had some other ends Then to delight and recreate thy friends And if perhaps some man shal call thee foole For this thy end good Tom pul out thy toole Thy booke I meane demand if that an Asse Could haue obserued so much as he did passe Or could haue got such praise in rime As thou shalt shew to future time By which thou shalt so liuely pourtraied be As that the Asse himselfe himselfe may see Thy danger with the 〈◊〉 thy hazard with the Iewes Thy scabs at Turin and solace in the 〈◊〉 Let others chaunt I list not tell them ouer Nor of thy liquid case 'twixt France and Douer Though there thou madest so great a sauour That few receiued it for a fauour I onely will commend thy constant nature Who didst returne the simple creature That thou wentst forth and hauing trudg'd Much ground at length art iudg'd By the full praise of euery Muse Which vshereth in in thy booke of newes Therefore braue Champion of the Whitson-ale Let thy faire Iournall to the presse hoise saile That after-ages too may know thee As well as we that now enioy thee Who to the end that grateful we may seeme Thee of the Marrot worthy doe wee deeme Explicit Robertus Phillips Incipit Dudleus Digges vpon the Author and his paines OVr Author will not let me rest he saies Till I write somewhat in his labours praise I thinking straight vpon Deliuery Proteft his labour such a Prodigie As may a Mountebanke Man-midwife grauell To see a man that was fiue months in trauel So faitely brought a bed and of a birth So but of that iudge by these gossips mirth Ioy to the glad Dad who such fon 〈◊〉 shewes That by a hundred markes the wise child knowes Who 't was and can in print already call Coryate the kinde Father and the Naturall Ingeuium liber iste 〈◊〉 Corlate sepultum Continet inde petat qui caret ingenio Explicit Dudleus Digges Jncipit Rowlandus Cotton COlumbus Magelan and Drakes braue story Are yet remembred vnto their glory But thy high deeds with theirs when I compare I say thy trauels haue with theirs no share I wonder then this writing age hath fail'd To tell ere this how farre Tom Coryate sail'd In fiue months time and most or al on foote What man aliue that euer else did do 't It cannot be but that the world did looke That thou thy selfe hereof should write a booke What good acceptance such a booke shall finde Thou need'st not doubt there 's no man so vnkinde That will make scruple for to bee thy halfe Since thou the heifer art that beares the calse T is thy first borne Tom I pray thee loue it And whosoeuer shal thy issue couet I wish there may befall him this one curse To treade thy steps againe and with thy purse Yet one thing Tom I doe dislike in sooth Thou do'st not spare thy selfe to tell a truth What need'st thou in thy story bee so nice To tell thy child of all thy nits and lice Yet it becomes thee well and much the rather The sonne I thinke will prooue so like the father But pardon Tom if I no further tell Those gifts which in thee doe by nature dwel Who tels the Asse that he hath two long eares Or Chanti-cleare that he a coxcombe weares Why all the world doth know as wel as I That neuer any did as much descry So many nations manners and so soone Except alone the man that 's in the moone Let other wits that with a nimbler wing Doe cut the empty ayre thy praises sing My Muse intreats thee to resume thy pen And to relate 〈◊〉 thy country-men Whether thy father Iouiall were or sad And what complexion thy faire mother had When they were linked in wedlocks louely band And whether of them had the vpper hand How many months thy mother did 〈◊〉 Thy tender body in her fruitful wombe What milder planet gouerned in the skie In the Horoscope of thy natiuity Thy mothers midwife and thy nurses name The shire and houshold whence thy linage came Who trained vp thy youth and in what place Whether where Isis hides her dewie face Or where the siluer streames of Chame doe glide Shaddowed with willowes vpon either side That other men may learne to get a sonne To see those countries which thy selfe hast done This calculation yet would breed a danger And 't were not fit to teach it euery stranger Lest when the world thy learned booke should view A foole might get as wife a child as you Explicit Rowlandus Cotton Incipit Robertus Yaxley IF the Author had a curious coate With cap of costly die And crowne of cocke for crest thereon With whetstone hanging by Then might he tell of trauellers And all the thrift-lesse traine Which proudly forth on Asses pricke Twixt Italy and Spaine For Thomas is by trauell tri'd And truth of him to tell Ther 's few of them that now goe forth Returne home halfe so well Then buy this booke yee Brittans bold But read it at your leisure For it and he and he and it Were made to shew you pleasure Explicit Robertus Yaxley Jncipit Ioannes Strangwayes THou crau'st my verse yet doe not thanke me for it For what 〈◊〉 can praise enough Tom Coryate Kemp yet doth liue and onely liues for this Much famous that he did dance the Morris From London vnto Norwich But thou much more Doest merit praise For though his feete were sore Whilst sweaty he with antick skips did hop it His treading were but friscals of a poppet Or that at once I may expresse it all Like to the Iacks of iumbled virginal But thou through heats and colds through punks trunks Through hils and dales hast stretcht thy weary stumps Feeding on hedge-row fruits and not on plum-trees Onely through zeale to visit many countries But stay a while and make a stand my Muse To thinke vpon his euerlasting shoos Come to my helpe some old-shod pilgrime wight That I of you may tread the way aright Which leads vnto his same whilst I doe stile How he did goe at least nine hundred mile With one poore paire of shoos sauing alone a He onely once did sole them at Verona So that it grew a question whether Thy shoos or feete were of more lasting leather Which at that time did stand thee in most vse When as the Iewes would cut off thy prepuce But thou that time like many an errant Knight Did ft faue thy selfe by vertue of thy flight Whence now in great request this Adage stands One paire of legges is worth two paire of hands Excipit Joannes Strangwayes Jncipit
Gulielmus Clauel COryats trauels doe bewitch my pen Worke 〈◊〉 making the dumbe to speake My dumbe-borne Muse yet neuer knowne to men Doth by his charmes her silent custome breake For if his worthy acts had not beene such The world could not haue drawne from me thus much They onely force from me both praise and wonder Who past belise haue conquerd many dangers It can not be describ'd what hee brought vnder Leauing the skars of his renowne with strangers Then frolike man and in thy country rowse thee Although abroade thou scorn'dst not to be lowsie Send out thy copious booke to common view Make many laugh some scorne moue most to pitty Those that trauel as no man hath his due Shall still confesse with shame thy booke is witty And after ages will admire no doubt This Gog-Magog thy Gyant-wit brings out Explicit Gulielmus Clauel Jncipit Ioannes Scory THat thou a traueller maist called bee Thankes to thy braines that traucl not to thee That thou a rare read-scholler clepyd art Giue more thankes to thy tongue then to thy art Yet haue thy feete in fiue months pass'd more eities Then ere thy Poetry will make good ditties Ballets vnfit to stand before thy booke Wherein who so with iudgments eyes will looke May see a monster of fiue months begetting More rare then that of thine owne Sires begetting Some say when thou wert borne O wondrous hap First time thou pist thy clouts thou drew'st a map But that thou spakest as soone as thou wert borne There is no doubt For else how couldst thou learne In so short time to talke so long and much And to such purpose Yet I heare no Dutch Nor French nor Spanish nor the Italian tongue So mightst thou doe thy Greeke and Latin wrong Of which thou vtterst such abundant store That thy full braines can now containe no more Well Tom since Europe thou hast seene in part Now into Asia and Africke make a start Boldly encounter all the monsters there For seeing thee they needs must flie for feare But still be sure thy buckler be thy booke Modusaes shield had ne're so grim a looke Explicit Ioannes Scory Incipit Ioannes Donne OH to what height will loue of greatnesse driue Thy leauened spirit Sesqui-superlatiue Venice vast lake thou hadst seen and wouldst seeke than Some vaster thing and foundst a Curtizan That inland sea hauing discouered well A Cellar-gulfe where one might sayle to hell From Heydelberg thou longdst to see and thou This Booke greater then all producest now Infinit worke which doth so farre extend That none can study it to any end T' is no one thing it is not fruite nor roote Nor poorely limited with head or foote If man be therefore man because he can Reason and laugh thy booke doth halfe make man One halfe beeing made thy modesty was such That thou on th' other halfe wouldst neuer touch When wilt thou be at full great Lunatique Not till thou exceed the world canst thou be like A prosperous nose-borne wenne which sometime growes To be farre greater then the mother-nose Go then and as to thee when thou didst go Munster did Townes and Gesner Authors show Mount now to Gallo-belgicus appeare As deepe a States-man as a Gazettier Homely and familiarly when thou com'st backe Talke of Will Conqueror and Proster Iacke Go bashfull man lest here thou blush to looke Vpon the progresse of thy glorious booke To which both Indies sacrifices send The 〈◊〉 sent gold which thou didst freely spend Meaning to see 't no more vpon the prosse The East sends hither her deliciousnesse And thy ieaues must imbrace what comes from thence The Myrrhe the Pepper and the Frankinsence This magnifies thy leau 's but if they stoope To neighbor wares when Merchants do vnhoope Voluminous barrels if thy leaues do then Conuey these wares in parcels vnto men If for vast Tomes of Currant and of Flgs Of medcinall and Aromatique twigs Thy leaues a better method do prouide Diuide to pounds and ounces subdiuide If they stoope lower yet and vent our wares Home manufactures to thicke popular Faires If omni-praegnant ther vpon warme stals They hatch all wares for which the buyer cals Then thus thy leaues we lustly may command That they all kind of matter comprehend Thus thou by meanes which th'Ancients neuer tooke A Pandect makst and Vniuersall booke The brauest Heroes for publike good Scattered in diuers lands their lims and bloud Worst malefectors to whom men are prize Do publike good cut in Anatomies So will thy booke in peeces For a Lord Which casts at Portescues and all the board Prouide whole bookes each leafe enough will be For friends to passe time and keepe companie Can all carouse vp thee No thou must fit Measures and fill out for the halfe-pint wit Some shall wrap pils and saue a friends life so Some shall stop muskets and so kill a fo Thou shalt not ease the Critiques of next age So much at once their hunger to asswage Nor shall wit-pyrates hope to find thee lye All in one bottome in one Librarie Some leaues may paste strings there in other bookes And so one may which on another lookes Pilfer alas a little wit from you But hardly much and yet I thinke this true As Sybils was your booke is mysticall For euery peece is as much worth as all Therefore mine impotency I confesse The healths which my braine beares must be farre lesse Thy Gyant-wit o'rethrowes me I am gone And rather then reade all I would reade none In eundem Macaronicon QVot dos haec 〈◊〉 persetti Dislicha sairont Tot cuordos States-men 〈◊〉 liure fata 〈◊〉 Es sat a my l'honneur estre 〈◊〉 inteso Car 〈◊〉 L'honra de personne nestre creduto tibi Explicit Ioannes Donne Jncipit Richardus Martin To my friend that by lying at the signe of the Foxe doth prooue himselfe no Goose Thomas Coryate the Traueller A SONET OFor a bonny blith and bounsing balled To prayse this Odcomb'd Chanti-cleere that hatched These Crudities which with his shooes he patehed All hitting right as it were with a mallet Before vs here he sets both bag and wallet Where met are many scraps you see vnmatched His feet hands head daies nights walkt wrote watched And hardly did he lie on any pallet Much oyle he fau'd both from his shooes and sallats Which thristily he are while they were cobled Then for his fruite these Crudities he gobled Which since he season'd hath for sundry pallats To him therefore vaile Trauellers your bonnets Of him write Poets all your Songs and Sonnets Explicit Richardus Martin Jncipit Laurentius Whitakerus Adlectorem bipedem de Authore Polypode deque Prouerbio ipsi vsitato 〈◊〉 Demosthene citato scil 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉
of those holy things For he among doth talke of God and Kings If any be dispos'd t' apply their care Or that about them rather it would beare They shall be sau'd from woe in words of mirth By Coryats booke his wits sole Heaven on Earth Explicit Ioannes Gyfford Incipit Richardus Corbet Spectatissimo punctisque omnibus dignissimo Thoma Cariate de Odcombe 〈◊〉 Pedestris ordinis Equestris samae QVòd mare transier is quòd rura 〈◊〉 Pedester Iamque colat reduces patria lata 〈◊〉 Quodque idem numero tibi calceus here ille Cum corio redeas quo coriatus abis Fatum omenque 〈◊〉 miramur nominis ex que Calcibus soleis fluxit 〈◊〉 tuis Nam quicunque eadem 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Excoriatus erit 〈◊〉 Coriatus eat In librum suum De tepollicitus 〈◊〉 es sed in 〈◊〉 Est magnus 〈◊〉 hic liber libēllus I Do not wonder Coryate that thou hast Ouer the Alpes through France and Sauoy past Parch't on thy skin and foundred in thy 〈◊〉 Faint thirstie lowzie and didct liue to se et Though these are Romaue sufferings and do show What creatures backe thou hadst could carry so All I admire is thy returne and how Thy slender pasternes could thee beare when now Thy obseruations with thy braine ingendred Haue stuft thy massie and voluminous head With mountaines abbies churches synagogues Preputiall offals and Dutch Dia ogues A burthen far more grieuous then the weight Of wine or sleepe more vexing then the freight Of fruite and oysters which lade many a pate And send folkes crying home from Billing 〈◊〉 No more shall man with mortar on his head Set forwards towards Rome no. Thou art bred A terror to all footmen and all Porters And all lay-men that will turne Iewes exhorters To flie their conquered trade Proud England then Embrace this 〈◊〉 which the Man of Men Hath landed here and change thy welladay Into some home-spun welcome Roundelay Send of this stuffe thy territories thorough To Ireland Walcs and Scottish 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 There let this booke be read and vnderstood Where is no theame not writer halfe so good Explicit Robertus 〈◊〉 jncipit Joannes Dones LO her 's man worthy indeed to trauell Fat Libian plaines strangest China's graucll For Europe well hath seene him stirre his stumpet Turning his double shoes to simple pumpes And for relation looke he doth affoord Almost for euey step he tooke a word What had he done had he 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ocean With swimming Drake or famous Magolan And kiss'd that vnturn'd cheeks of our old mother Since so our Europes world he can discouer It 's not that French which made his Gydns see Those vneouth Ilands where words frozen bee Till by the 〈◊〉 next yeare they 〈◊〉 againe Whose Papagauts Andouilers and that traine Should be such matter for a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 As he would make 〈◊〉 makes ten times worse And yet so pleasing is shall laughter 〈◊〉 And be his vaine his gaind his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sit not stid then keeping 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 But get thee 〈◊〉 some land 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 From 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thy wisdom with those woders Rarer then sommers 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And take this praise of that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 done 〈◊〉 die T is pitty ere thy flow should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Explicit Ioannes Dones Incipit Ioannes Chapman To the Philologue Reader in commendation of our Philogracicall Writer Topographicall Tom Coryate of Odcombe OVr Odde Author hath comb'd the sertile pate Of his knowledge that thou mightst learne to prate Of trauell his heeles bearing thy head ouer Too and againe from Venice vnto Douer Though thou sit still and at his simple charge Payes for thy mirth more then in Graues-end barge Tilt-boate or the Tauernes thou canst find For here is musicke without noyse or wind A volume which though t' will not in thy pockit Yet in thy chest thou maist for euer locke it For thy childrens children to reade hereafter Beeing disposed to trauell or to laughter Nor must thou wonder so much stuffe should come From 〈◊〉 Tom 〈◊〉 quill of 〈◊〉 His little eyes set in his liuing head See farther then great eyes in one that 's dead So he a scholler but at Winchester Doth take mens eares more then did Stone or Chester They could do nought but ruyle or flatter all His ieasts and acts are purely naturall Stuffed full of Greeke and Latin whipt into him Hau'ng learning iust enough to vndo him Vnlesse thou pitty on his charge do take And helpe buy of his bookes for thine owne sake Here is not 〈◊〉 much 〈◊〉 few words His little 〈◊〉 many lines affords Buy then and passe not by the writers glorie That for thy sake hath pen'd this learned storie Wherein he hath three trauels vndergone To pace to pen to print it too alone Few Oratours so copiously indite So thou but reade he cares not what he write He tels all truth yet is no 〈◊〉 nor child No lyar yet he is the Traueller styl'd But brought no more tongs home then set him forth Now let his booke for me commend his worth Of whose full merits I could write much better But that I feare to make his worke my detter Explicit Ioannes Chapman Jncipit Thomas Campianus Medicinae Doctor In Peragrantissimi Itinerosissimi Montiscandentissimique Peditis Thomae Coryati viginti-hebdomadarium Diarium sex pedibus gradiens partim vero claudicans Encomiasticon AD Venetos venit corie Coryatus ab vno Vectus vt vectus penè 〈◊〉 erat Naue vna Dracus sic totum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 At rediens retulit to Coryate minus Illius vndigenas tenet vnica charta labores Tota 〈◊〉 sed vix bibliotheca capit Explicit Thomas Campianus Incipit Gulielmus Fenton SHeeloosht 〈◊〉 conuay alefill Emnanght elslopen seraght emneghtill Ofaghth contraltight erpon emselah Prutalt artennah semank semnelah Jn English thus FAire starte of learning which on vs dost shine With beauteous lustre and aspectfull cheare Goe lend thy light a while beyond the line And blaze on th Antipodian hemispheare Explicit Gulielmus 〈◊〉 de Knockesergus Jncipit Ioannes Owen To his ingenious iudicious frind M. Thomas Coryate in commendation of this learned Worke. An Epigramme CHrysippus Colwort Lucian 〈◊〉 lie Commend in learned writ aboue the skie Fannius the Nettle Fauorin the Feuer Whose praise with Sun and Moone indure for euer In spite of some that seeme but are not holy Erasmus spent much wit in prayse of Folly Some later wits haue writ the Asses praise O that those Lads were liuing in thy dayes For if they prais'd base things in learned writ How much more would they praise thy learned wit In laudem eiusdem Distichon TOt liber hic landes quot habet vnlpecula fraudes Vix humèris tantum sustinet Atlas onus To the Reader Jn prayse of this worthy Worke and the Authour thereof THe Fox is not so full of wiles As this booke full of learned smiles Come seeke and thou 〈◊〉
find in it Th' Abridgement of great Brittains wit Explicit Ioannes Owen Incipit Petrus Alley CAnnons Culuerings Sakers and Slings Curr ers 〈◊〉 and warlike 〈◊〉 Breath foorth your bowels make the aire thunder Of Coryate of Odcombe Somersets wonder Sound 〈◊〉 beate Drums sing merily life Bellona's musicke encouragers of strife Awake men of warre Vlysses appeares Whose trauels report more dangerous feares Send in your Sentinels your Corporals call Examine your Sergeants and Officers all Nor Captains nor Colonels nor Generals great Haue made the like iourney or like setreate Twixt Venice and Flushing on foote he went With one paire of shoes 〈◊〉 they were halfe spent Ouer hils dales valleys and plaines Vntill his iourneys end he attaines But what mishap to him there besell His booke who shall reade is able to tell His dangerous incounter with cruell Iewes His courting a Curt zan in the slewes His perils in citties townes and 〈◊〉 His fearefull climing of the steepie Al es Aboue the cloudes through the middle region With aduentures more then beyond a legion His bickering with the barbarous Boore Was one of the least by many a 〈◊〉 But his politique handling of the clowne Is very well worth the setting downe And cunning recouerie of his hat With humble hauieur and gentle chat Many more hazards he leaues to expresse Onely to make the volume the lesse For if he should all to the presse send His booke I doubt would neuer haue an end Then Souldiers sit downe let your ensignes be torne Coryate hath conquered you with his shoes but half worne Let no man mursnur Pythagoras dixit Gainst Coryats attempts que supravixit Et viuat 〈◊〉 with a famous stile He and his shoes that trod many a mile Explicit Petrus Alley Incipit Samuel Page To the most worthy Patriot his most desired friend M. Thomas Coryat of Odcombe Gentleman and 〈◊〉 ISing the man helpe me ye sacred Nine A fitter taske sor you to vndertake In your owne numbers and immortall line His numberlesse deseruings to partake To his owne natiues whose expecting eye Now stands wide open for his historie Drinke your springs drie you Heliconian Dames Here 's worke for nine such nines to write his praise Whose variable eye his 〈◊〉 somes For strange ingrossements made in so few daies Put al your wits distillement in your pen To doe him right that shames al other men No curious ambition moou'd our friend T' exhale the secrets of a sorraine slate Hee scorn'd to make a tongue or two his end To come a diphthong home it betrer sate With his proiection and intendements wise To turne his Microcosme all into eyes His eyes on all haue set all eyes on him Whose obseruations past whose present pen Whose future circlings of this globe wil dimme The wondred glory of al other men And giue the world in one synoptick quil Ful proofe that he is Brittaines Perspicil Goe on braue goer and graue writer write Thy farre-sight eye and thy long-hearing eares Shal prompt thy tongue to speake thy pen t' indite Thy Vlyssean trauels of ten yeeres Thine is thy gentry and thy vertue thine But thy experience Brittaine saith is mine Thy first walke was the surface and out-side Of some choyce rarities in stranger earth Thy second trauels promise farre and wide Of greater wonders yet a nobler birth Thou didst but shaue the lands thou sawst of late Thy future walkes will them 〈◊〉 CORIATE Explicit Samuel Page Jncipit Thomas Momford WEll may his name be called Coryate Not of the outward pelt or hairy skinne But of the heart or very 〈◊〉 of wit For his conceits shew that his heads within His wit and in his trauels and his works Most strange aduentures and experience 〈◊〉 When he fear'd theeues in policy he begs To saue his purse and selfe from further danger He did escape the force of rotten egs Throwne out by whores vpon an innocent stranger Vpon the monstrous Tun he 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 de In all these things his wit was soundly tri ' de His worthy deeds can neuer be exampled That in a stable lodg'd himselfe al night Ventred his bones with wild iades to be trampled And there endured many a bloudy bite Our English trauellers with all their 〈◊〉 Cannot compare with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 How much are we bound to him for his 〈◊〉 That for our sakes as plainely as he can Writes all these things not for the hope of gaines But to the capacity of an English man He might as well haue set vs all to seeke If as he speakes he had writ his minde in Greeke Explicit Thomas Mimford Incipit Thomas Bastard PVt downe put downe Tom 〈◊〉 Our latest rares which glory not Since we thy 〈◊〉 did peruse Fraught with the quintessence of newes On seuerall subiects thou hast grated Of men of bookes yet vnrelated Ther 's nothing left for traueller Nor for the trimmest Caualier For table talke in my poore sense Thou putst's downe all intelligence The like of things as thou hast noted Nor is nor was nor shal be quoted Nor in the chanting Poets theames Nor in the wisest sickmens dreames Nor in the bookes of Pacon Friar Nor in Herodotus the liar Nor in the mud of Nilus thicke With wormy monsters crawling quicke To thee giue thanks for thoughtlesse skil Reports which neuer dropt from quil Which couldst if thou wouldst vnderborne it Haue spoke of state but thou didst scorne it Thou hast seene Kings there is no doubt But wisely didst thou leaue them out Choosing by iudgements ayme to hit What all haue mist for want of wit Whilst snow on lofty Alpes shal freeze And paint the dales rich butterflies Thy name shal liue nor be forgotten When Siuil Oranges be rotten And thou shalt weare our English Bayes And surfeit yet not die of praise Explicit Thomas Bastard Incipit Gulielmus Baker The Anatomy dissection or cutting vp of the great Quack-saluer of words Mr. Thomas 〈◊〉 our 〈◊〉 Mercury TO praise thee or thy worke which is the moddel Of most the wit enskonfed in thy noddell Were madnesse since the Poets of our daies Run giddy in the circle of thy praise When thou wast borne some say and all doe thinke The vrine that thou mad'st was perfect inke Cosmographers bespoken haue thy head The eares first pared off and polished For a terrestrial Globe and Coryate Thy shall serue to be a Promontory at Nicest exactnesse precious is thy life When ares and nature for thee are at 〈◊〉 So full of Iouial glee that men hereafter Shal terme thee eldest sonne to wrinkled laughter Better then Rhubarbi purging melancholy One that hath got of words the monopoly That eues-drops a phrase and like a spie Watcheth each bumb 〈◊〉 word as it doth flie His presence is more grateful vnto al Then a new play or on some festiual Strange squibs and fire-works which doe clime the skies And with their glaring sparkes mate vulgar eyes T is thought if longer hee in England
los ninos Tata madre coce He aquipassa Tom tonto yloco Explicit Glareanus Vadianus Jncipit Joannes Iackson Can it Be possible for A naturall man To trauell nimbler then Tom Coryate ca No though You should 〈◊〉 to his horne-peec'd Shoes wings fether'd more then Mercury did vse Perchance hee bottowed Fortunatus Hat for wings since Bladuds time Were out of date His purse hee hath to print What hee did write 〈◊〉 who had read of thee O Wandering wight who else had knowne what thou Hast felt and seene where and with whom and how farre Thou hast beene Ere thou to 〈◊〉 couldst thy Trophyes bring Thy hungry praysea in this I gge I sing At thy request else in another 〈◊〉 I would Haue pointed at thy commendation 〈◊〉 other Heliconian friends bring store of 〈◊〉 of Pepper and Vineger sowre to surnish thy Italian banquet forth whereby is Plainly shown thy 〈◊〉 worth Feast Coryate feast the world 〈◊〉 with thy trauel discharge The Presse and care Not then who 〈◊〉 Explicit Ioannes Iackson Jncipit Michael Drayton A briefe Prologue to the verses following Deare Tom thy Booke was like to come to light Ere I could gaine bus one halfe houre to write They 〈◊〉 before whose wits are at their noones And I come after bringing salt and spoones MAny there be that write before thy Booke For whom 〈◊〉 there who would euer looke Thrice happy are all wee that had the Grace To haue our names fet in this liuing place Most worthy man with thee it is euen thus As men take 〈◊〉 so 〈◊〉 thou 〈◊〉 vs. Which as a 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 doth 〈◊〉 So this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 will like wise 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Thou art the 〈◊〉 and doest shew vs shapes And we are all thy 〈◊〉 thy true Apes I saw 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 form what it was at first Swolne and so 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it was like 〈◊〉 burst I Growne so 〈◊〉 so quite 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That who will 〈◊〉 must hazard his damnations Sweating in panges sent such a horrid mist As to dim heauen I looked for Anti christ Or some new set of Diuets to 〈◊〉 Worser then those that 〈◊〉 Chaos fell Wondring what fruit it to the world would bring At length it brought forth this O most strange thing And with sore throwes for that the greatest head 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to be deliuered By thee 〈◊〉 Coryate we are raught to know Great with great men which is the way to grow 〈◊〉 a new 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 finely in Making thy selfe like those thou meant'st to winne Greatnesse to me seem'd euer full of feare Which thou foundst false at thy arriuing there Of the Bermudos the example such Where not a ship vntill this time durst touch Kept as suppos'd by hels insernal dogs Our fleete found their most honest courteous hogs Liue vertuous Coryate and for euer be 〈◊〉 of such wise-men as are most like thee Explicit Michael 〈◊〉 Incipit Nicholas Smith T Was much all Country wits to ouershine At Court where there are hundreds iust like thinee How sound they thee how keepe they thee except As Rome being told that onely 〈◊〉 shee kept The target fall'n from heauen her state should grow Made many like that none the right might know So to possesse and keepe thee precious man They make themselues as like thee as they can Hence flow those verses In this Tom appeares Thy greatnesse thou art 〈◊〉 by thy Peers Explicit Nicholas Smith FINIS I Am perswaded Reader thou wilt censure me for a most absurd writer to adde vnto these precedent 〈◊〉 that haue the word Finis subscribed vnto them more Panegyricks vpon my booke Neither indeed can I altogether free my selfe from an imputation of some absurditie committed herein But let this I intreate thee a little excuse the matter that after al these former verses were printed I was most importunatly perswaded by the that haue no small interest in me to adioyne these ensuing vnto the rest by way of a supplement or ouer plus Therefore seeing I could not conueniently giue the repulse vnto the Authors of the verses fo lowing to 〈◊〉 their lines into my booke take them I intreat thee in as good part as the former especially seeing many of them doe expresse besides much merry matter very elegant and witty conceits Jncipit Laurentius Emley These verses immediatly following were lately sent mee by a learned Gentleman of 〈◊〉 Colledge in Oxford who though he neuer saw me hath vouchsafed to grace my booke with his Encomiasticks To the neuer-enough wondred at Mr. Thomas Coryate ITching desire hath causd vs long to know Thy face deare Coryate admired so Which that we might the better view at ease The Pencil speakes 〈◊〉 offigies But let th'ingrauer know it is not true Since of thy minde it giues vs not the view It well may shew the draught of flesh and bone But that may be applied to many one The 〈◊〉 of Man is it most glory beares Since by the minde himselfe himselfe appeares To shew thy minde thy selfe hast thought it meet To make vs most beholden to thy feete Thy feete whose soles employment who so mocks Doth il for it appeares that they wore 〈◊〉 For'tis discouered by the sweete effect That thou to keepe them sweete 〈◊〉 ne're neglect Thy feete sought forth what thy faire 〈◊〉 describes God shield those hands from chilbiaines feet from kibes Let those be vext with such that priuate lurke And suffer shoes sayles Printers to want worke But thou the friend of Arts manure thy wit Thine Odcombe liue in thee not thou in it Harsh was the handling of the halberd-swaine Who grutched grapes to thy diuinest vaine And little knew the threatning turbant-slaue The grace that thy returne with vs should haue Though we may doubt much of the pencils grace That drops but lowzie matter from thy Case Faire-flowry France and ful-gorg'd Germany With their third sister sweet-lip t Italy Loth for to leaue him whom they held so deare Sweet company with thee to vs would beare But beeing fixed that they cannot mooue They send with their faire face imprest their loue And Germany since thee shee needs must misse In kind remembrance blowes thee a full kisse Then if thou please more Countries yet to see Thou 〈◊〉 find thousands more in loue with thee In loue with thee whom thy digested bookes Will make as well knowne as thy carued lookes There shalt thou find many an horse or affe To helpe thee that thy chariot may passe There shalt thou find many a double droane Which vnder thy wits burden 〈◊〉 shall groane But though thou trauell through the 〈◊〉 round Let not thy impe thy babe thy booke change ground Though thou discouer strange lands by thy wit Let them send hither and discouer it For pitty t' is but that the world should know That t' is thine owne deare Babe that thou lou'st so And the true braine-bred child of Coryate As Pallas was begot of 〈◊〉 owne pate Thus 〈◊〉 write thy