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A64175	A late weary, merry voyage and journey, or, Iohn Taylors moneths travells by sea and land, from London to Gravesend, to Harwich, to Ipswich, to Norwich, to Linne, to Cambridge, and from thence to London : performed and written on purpose to please his friends and to pleasure himselfe in these unpleasant and necessitated times.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1650 (1650)	Wing T473A; ESTC R22048	9,163	26

A late Weary Merry Voyage And Journey OR IOHN TAYLORS Moneths Travells By Sea and Land from London to Gravesend to Harwich to Ipswich to Norwich to Linne to Cambridge and from thence to London Performed and written on purpose to please his Friends and to pleasure himselfe in these unpleasant and necessitated Times Printed in the Yeare 1650. To the Judicious or Ignorant Reader the Author sends this loving advertisement Gentlemen and Yeomen LET mee entreat you not to use my Booke as you doe your Oysters which you open in the middle it is not so handsome entring into a house through a window or the backside as it is in the front or foredoore He 's no good Courtier that falutes a faire Lady behinde nor can that Reader finde the true sense of any Book or Pamphlet that begins at Finis It is a prepostrous kinde of feeding for a man to eate his Cheese before his Rostmeat and after that to sup up his Broath So much for Introduction and Instruction I thanke my Dictionary I am furnished with as much broken Latine as declares my perambulating condition Vado bids mee to go Vadens commands mee to bee going and Vagu● puts mee in minde of wandring but quo Gentium fugiam to what place or corner of the World shall I go or flye to there lies the question To stay at home I was in a starving condition and to go from home I was in a Dillemma or wavering betwixt Hope and Diffidence to what place whither to whom why wherefore and how my resolution was constantly inconstant and my determinations so slippery that I could finde no steadfast footing in my minde which wayes to bend my course But considering that I had made eleaven Vagaries Voyages and Journies before and that one fling more would make my Labours a douzen much like the twelve Labours of Hercules in number though farre unequall in quantity quallity weight and measure To make my uncertaine Travells a compleate Jury I framed this following humorous Bill which I gave to divers persons of sundry Functions Callings Dispositions and Humours Anno Domini 1650. VVHereas John Taylor doth intend to make a Progresse this Summer hee knowes not when or whither to see some Friends in the Countrey hee knowes not who being certaine that his Journey and entertainments will bee hee knowes not how and that hee purposeth to returne againe to London hee knowes not what time and that hee intends to write a Relation of his perambulations hee knowes wherefore That when hee doth give mee or cause to bee delivered to mee the said Relations aforesaid that then I will freely give to him for the same in good English money the summe of somewhat though neither my selfe or hee knowes how much or little that somewhat may bee To the which engagement I have subscribed my name and dwelling where if at his returne hee doe kindly finde mee hee shall friendly feele mee TO this unfellowed matchlesse Bill there are many men that have subscribed to pay mee money for this Booke at my returne I thanke God I am not so light of Beliefe as to believe that they will all pay mee nor will I dispaire 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 some are as willing to pay as they were to subscribe The Countries that I have footed have been fruitfull plenteous with abundance of most good things except Newes and Cuckolds but such stuffe as my Observations collected I ambled to distribute to delight my Friends to please mine Enemies and pleasure my selfe John Taylor A late Weary Merry Voyage c. TIme was this Land was sick of Peace Wealth And War and Poverty must give her Health Grave Reformation Physick did apply And Mars himselfe us'd much Phlebotomy I will not say our Land was full of Witches To charm us to contemn our Peace and Riches But my beliefe is fix'd my thoughts are pich'd One halfe were Witches th' other halfe bewitch'd Stern War hath let us bloodith ' Master vaine And many a pursie purse did purge and draine Thus Plenty made us proud and War doth show How good Peace was and how our selves to know Affliction is the Line the Hooke the Net To catch us from the World they new beget Our soules to Heav'n and by a gratious Birth Lifts up our mindes to slight this sordid Earth And I doe wish all Sects strifes contradictions Would make such use of England's sad afflictions And now a short discourse of travelling Of Travellers and of my wandering The Sun 's a Traveller and a great one too In twice twelve houres he round the World doth goe The Moone surrounds us in her changing spheare Three hundred sixty and five times a yeare But yet the thoughts of man more quick doth run Then flashing lightning or the Moone or Sun My restlesse thoughts can in a moment leape To Heaven and thence to the infernall deepe To Europe Asia and America To the orient Indies to hot Africa The Summer Autumne Winter and the Spring Are in perpetuall motion travelling And though my thoughts like other men's are vaine Winds Seas nor Stormes my thinking can restraine At Travellers let no man carpe or cavill Our Mothers at our births were all in travell And from our birth unto our buriall In divers Functions we do travell All The Footman's feet the Statesman's working braine In travell labour and continuall paine Do spend themselves and all their courses bend For private ends to no end till they end The Lawyer travells his tongue swift with sleight Sells his words deare by measure tale and weight And those that buy them deare do often find They paid well for good words but words are winde All men are born to travell each man must With paine and travell turn unto his dust Then happy is the man that can go right Who doth his paths with Davids Lanthorne light And all my life time it hath been my fate To be a traveller legitimate From head to heele by either Land or Sea I am a Traveller Right Cape a Pe● Now Clothoe my poor vitall thread hath spunne And Lachesis her r●eling work 's near done Now Atropos is ready with her Knife To cut the uncertaine feeble twist of life Now in my Autumne or my fall o' th leafe Halfe dead halfe living halfe blinde lame halfe deafe Now all these five halves can not make one whole From m' head unto my body bearing sole Now at this time with brains and feet and pen I am an old new Traveller agen 'T is not the greatnes of Golias can Perswade me to be lesser then a man She 's cal'd a ship whose burthen 's but foure score And one that 's fifteen hundred is no more Though Folio be our learned Vollums yet Decimo sexto may expresse some wit A generous minde respects the poor man's Mite 'T is said a Larke is better then a Kite Nor would I have the Reader to mistake That odious bold comparisons I make Pamphlets must not compare with Reverend

have written this thankfull expession I was told there of a precise holy mā in those parts who sent his man unto a Pasture ground to see his horse the fellow went and brought word to his Master that his horse was Dead dead quoth hee how dar'st thou tell me my horse is dead the fellow answered I pray you be not angry sure I am that if he be not dead that he is either deceased or changed his life well sayd the Master if my horse be departed I have lost a good one for he was so sure of his feet that I would have put my life into his hands Tuesday September 3. I went 4 miles to a Village called North-Wooton 3 miles from Linn there I was much beholding to my Kinsman Mr. John Clark he gave me large and free welcome for which to him with his good Wife my gratitude is manifested also my thankes to Mr. Swift Wednesday I went to Linn where a good old Joviall Lad named John Scarborow entertained mee sumptuously for my Cozen John Clarks sake and also he was somewhat the kinder to me because he had often heard of me besides of his own dispo●ition is free from discourtesie to strangers I thank him for my fresh fish my Duck or Mallard my lodging Ale and Oysters with the appurtenances c. Linn was much honoured by King John for their Loyalty for which that King gave them his owne word and a faire gilt Bole which they keep as honorable memorialls to this day it is a faire large stronge Sea Towne it is now a Garison the River hat the Sea doth flow thereinto disperseth it self into many Branches for the commodious enriching of divers Shires Counties Townes and Places as Rutlandshire Huntingdonshire Cambridge and Cambridgeshire the Isle of Ely c. those Rivers doe carry and re-carry all maner of goods and Merchandise so that Linn with all those Countreys are furnished with more Sea-coales then doe come up the River of Thames wood being so scarce that the Rich might blow their nailes and the poore would bee starved in the Winter for want of fiting in all those Counties if the Rivers were not Thursday the 5. of September I left Linn and tooke an open passage Boat being bedewed all day and night and almost all the Fryday with raine without ceasing so that on Fryday I came to Cambridge sufficiently pickled there I tooke up my lodging at the signe of the Rose one of the best Innes where I thank Mr. Brian and his Wife my old acquaintance I had good cheere and lodging gratis and welcome I tooke notice of the Colledges they stand as fair and stately as ever and for any thing that I know there may be as much learning as ever was but I saw but few Schollars or Gowne men On Saturday the 7. of September I was determined to see Sturbridge Faire but by fortune I espyed an empty Cart returning towards London 17 miles to a Towne call'd Baldock by which means I left Cambridge without taking my leave of Mr. Brian for which I crave his and his Wive's pardon That day I was uncarted at Baldock and footed it 7 miles more to Steevenedge there at the Faulcon I stayd Saturday and Sunday and on Monday I travelled to Hatfield and to Barnet 17 miles wher I was discreetly wet and dirty and took up my lodging at the Bell with a silent Clapper The next day being Tuesday I came home to my house wet and weary in Phoenix Alley at the signe of the Crowne near the Globe Taverne about the middle of Long-Acre or Covent Garden Thus having touch'd no State or State Affaires Or mentioned men that sit in Honours Chaires I dare declare him of a base condition That of my Lines or Travels hath suspition I formerly have falsely been accus'd And therefore now I hope to be excus'd This time I travell'd for my life 's preserving To get some money to prevent a starving And every one that for my Booke doth pay me Doth love me lodge me feed me and aray me With feet and pen my walke and worke is done And Caesar like the Conquest I have won And though I never shall have Caesars Fame Tet I did see I came and overcame FINIS * This kinde of Verse or Rime is hard to make and when they are made they are not worth any thing especially when they are in the hands of an ignorant Reader * I thank a B●ker I thank John Brafferson the Master of a Tilt-boat there for my foure dayes entertainement