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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

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

Writings Of Theologues or Historians grave enditings The Owle must not as high as th' Eagle flee Yet Owles are Fowles as well as Eagles bee So I that am poor weak Aquatticus A Traveller and Poet Minnimus The honour wholly humbly I ascribe T' the Worthies of most sacred Levies Tribe And the learn'd servants of the triple Trine Whose verses make mortallity divine Your genius high Illuminations are Transcending mine as Titan doth a Starre Yet your refulgence doth not blinde me so But that my silly Glowormes light doth glow I scribble and I walke I walke and scribble I give and take Jests Bull and clinch and quibble Amongst good Poets I have plaid at Crambo And I have found mens words and deedes not Ambo The last yeare sixteen hundred forty nine I went to Cornewall and some foes of mine Did certifie a Lye malitiously That I was subtle and a dangerous spye And did with travell and a faign'd pretence With th' Enemy have some Intelligence For which three dayes in prison I was closed With sleepe reposed and my minde composed I knew my conscience clear and well disposed By Truths my accusations were opposed And I not found the man I was supposed Without a Fee or Fine on me imposed And unto misery and want exposed Not guilty found from Prison I was losed But if I had a thought or bad intent When I from London into Cornwall went Against the Army State or Parliament Let torments both my soule and corps torment No man can blame me much that I have grumbled That I for no cause was thus to tos'd and tumbled And that I never could m' Accuser see My Books and Bills took and detain'd from me The Books declar'd my Journy too and fro The Bills were names of men and where to go To finde the men to pay me for my pain My losse of those made all my labour vain And for that losse I once more try my friends Hope tells me Time will make me some amends False Fortunes frownes makes me not fear or shrink And evill fall on him that ill doth think My Muse shall now sing though she be no Singer For Reader with thee I 'le no longer linger My brain Enthusiastick holds it meet To make the feet of Verse tell how my feet Did travell gauling gravell and surbated Sometimes by day sometimes by night belated To write my acts my selfe as 't is most fit Caesar himselfe his Commentaries writ And solid Johnson made his Muse his Cock To crow his savoury Voyage up Fleet Dock So I do hold it worthy imitation To follow them and write mine own Relation The fourteenth day of August London London I left O what hath many a mothers * son don What hath the mad and furious sword and gun don But kill'd some made some rich and some are undon That I may say of London what a Town ist There lives the Seeker Dipper and the Brownist There 's roome for Ranters and alas how apt ist To harbour the ungovern'd Annabaptist Th' ast plaid thy Game home like a cunning Gamester Thou more Religions hast then hath dam'd Amster I downe the Thames the day aforesaid went On one side Essex on the other Kent Untill at last to Gravesend I was borne And lodg'd in Milton at the plenteous Horne That Horne was Cornucopia unto mee Two dayes meat drinke and lodging * quarter free From thence unto a private house I went And there with small charge and much discontent Foure dayes I stayd and every tide did watch To have some Ship or Hoigh Boat Barke or Katch To carry me to Norfolk or some place Where I might foot it and jog on my Race In all this time I never wanted drinke And for their drinke I give 'em thanks in Inke No otherwayes my thanks I can expresse But verbally and with the Pen and Presse The twentieth day of August Kent and I Tooke leave and to the Fort of Tilberry I past and ere I there an houre had bin A lucky ship of Ipswich tooke me in She quickly spread abroad her canvas wings The whistling winde in shrowdes and taklin sings That next day following near the houre eleaven We came t'an Anchor safe in Harwich Haven My thanks unto the Master I must utter He 's owner of the ship his sirname's Butter His ship and selfe both nam'd the Jonathan And I have seldome found a kinder man My fare was as he far'd and well he far'd And in his Cabbin I my lodging shar'd For which he would not take one mite of mee Thus was my Passage Meat and Lodging free For which I would requite him if I could And till I can let him take what I would From Harwich Harbour with the winde and tide In a small Boat we up to Ipswich slide At the White Horse I there was entertain'd So well for nothing that they nothing gain'd For which among my worthy friends I ranke them Kind Master Atkins and his Wife I thanke them Ipswich is the chiefe Towne of the County of Suffolke it hath twelve Parish Churches in it There hath been more in former times it may bee called a City for the large bounds and extent of it It is from the North to the South a large mile in breadth and from East to West it is two miles in length our famous infortunate Cardinall Thomas Wolsey was borne there where hee had caused to bee layd the foundation of a Magnificent stately Colledge the ruines whereof are now scarce to be found but in memory of his birth and birth place there hee built a large and strong Shambles for Butchers to sell and others to buy flesh the like of it is not in England the Towne hath been walled strongly but spoyled and demollished by the Danes nor was nor is like to bee ●ever repaired it is governed by two Bayliffes and ten Portmen who doe weare Scarlet Gownes when occasion is their Common Counsell being many are very substantiall men read more in Mr. Cambden or Mr. Speed August the two and twentieth thence went I Eight miles to Stanhum and lodg'd at the Pye The next day was an extream rainy Friday Wet through my cloaths unto my skin or hyde a Tedious and weary Journy twenty miles Bedabbled dirty clambring many stiles I came at night unto a Town call'd Newton And there I had a dry house and wet sute on On Saturday the day call'd Bartholmew I rose and trampled through the mire and dew My tyred feet the rotten highway beat on Unto a Village or a Bridge call'd Eaton There at the Lyon red as any Stammell Is harbour good for man or Horse or Cammell There dwels my cousin Wil Hart and 's good wife Bridgid By them two nights I was well fed and lidged I stayd with them the Saturday and Sunday And he with me to Norwich went on Munday There did my Cousin Hart prove more kind hearted And there we merry were s●ooke hands and parted One

Master Edward Martin there doth dwell Who both divine Bookes and prophane doth sell We till that time ne're saw each others face Yet there he freely kept me three dayes space From Monday untill Thursday morning there He thought no cost too heavy or too deere He brought me out of Town a mile at least And there I freed him from a troublous Guest Norwich is a famous ancient City built many yeares before the Norman Conquest it had a strong Castle in it double ditched out of the ruins or corruption of the Castle a Jayle or Goale was engendred to which use it is now put It was spoyled by Hugh Bigot Earl of Norfolk in the raign of K Henry the second and a greater mischief befell the City in King Henry the thirds time for the Citizens in a tumultuous fury spoyled it with fire and withal burnt the goodly Priory Church which afterwards they were caused to rebuild in a fairer manner Lastly Norwich was won and fired by Ket and his Army of Rebels since when it hath been well repaired and in a flourishing condition the wals of the City are of more circuit or bounds then the wals of London But it is to be considered there are Pasture Grounds Gardens and waste Lands not built upon more then half the ground within the walls it hath 12. gates to issue in and out 12. severall wayes whereby it may be conceived that it is large in circuit for London hath not fo many there are 30. faire Parish Churches there were five more but they are ruined before these present troubles the goodly Cathedrall is much defaced in these late times of Reformation It was governed by 2 Bayliffs till King Edward the fourth impowred them to chuse a Mayor and gave Priviledges to them and Charters of honorable and memorable regard The Low Dutch or Netherland Nation being frighted from their Country by the cruelty of the Duke D' Alva who was Livetenant Governour there under the King of Spaine who for his Tyranny the people called Duke Diabota they fled in multitudes into England and thousands of them came to Norwich where they have so thrived and withall much inriched the City that it is thought there are 10000. Weavers Spinners and other Artificers dayly imployed for the making of sundry sorts of Sayes with other Stuffs innumerable either for wearing or ornaments to adorne houses with Hangings Carpets or Curtaines of innumerable sorts colours varieties and more hard names then any Apothecary hath upon his Boxes or Gallypots and so much for Norwich with my further thanks to Mr. Edward Martin with Mr. Richard Thacker Mr. Vowte Cum multis aliis Omnium Gathrum All ta Mall The County of Norfolk hath in some parts found a strange alteration since the last yeare 1649. in the price of Hay for it is fallen from 4s 4d the hundred weight to one groat the hundred this I thought worthy of relating to shew the fertility of the Soyle by the Almighties blessings Angust the nine and twentieth I went forth From Norwich City ten miles further North To Worsted well Wet with a heavenly shower Mine Hostesse entertain'd me to her power Although the weather frown'd she did not lower Her lookes were sweet but yet her Ale was sower My lodging good my reck'ning was not deare For ten pence Supper Bed and Breakfast there I arose as soone as day began to show And two miles thence did unto Honing go There to the Minister I welcome was And merrily one day and night did pass And there we made a shift that Fryday night To eate a well fed fat Tith Pig outright Next day I Honing left and did begin To crosse the North of Norfolk towards Lyn That day I chanc'd a gallant house to finde A Master bountifull and servants kinde I need not tell my Reader where or who The name of Oxnet all doth plainly show Sir William Paston there I found and spake with the Apelles of our Age Mr. Edward Peirce Painter and Mr. John Stone was there whose rare Arts are most exquisitly manifested both in painting limming and cunning carved Statues in stone That Saturday I went t'a Towne call'd Reepham And as amongst great sinners I the chiefe am I grieve to see the Churches there demollish'd Sects plenty and true Piety abollish'd This Town of Repham or Reepham hath three faire Churches were standing in one Church-yard it is sayd they were built by three Sisters one of them hath beene long decayed and fallen to the ground onely the Tower stands faire and strong the other two Churches do serve four Parishes and I could hear no more but three Bels on Sunday there So that the reckoning is one Church-yard three Bels two Chreches three Steeples foure Parishes and one broken Church for Lumber The second of September being Monday I left Reepham and travelled 18. miles to a Village called Gayton but by the way at a place called Brissley I was told of a Holy Sister who by falling back had risen forward to the increase of the faithfull she being reproved falling and rising sayd it was pure zeale that pricked her on and that it was done with a Brother he and she and every one being bound to do for and with one another and I hearing of her kindnesse bestowed this short Epigram on her Hath Lust defil'd her purenesse never match'd No 't was deceit she hath been cunny-catch'd It was a rule she learned of her Mother That 't was no sin to couple with a Brother But to return again where I left at Gayton there are 2 playn Ale-houses and one Wine Ale-house these houses were distant one from the other a furlong or two flight shoot at the first house where the Wine was there were fellows swaggering and ready to draw their fists there I would not lodge at the second I would have lodged but could not their beds were all taken up at the third the doors were lock'd the windows shut no body at home the folkes not come home from Harvest worke forward I knew not whether and backward I would not goe and to stand still there was cold comfort for an old weary Traveller there being no harbour but a wild Common nor any company to passe the time withall but 3 or 4 flocks of Geese in this extremity I espy'd an old-old very old neat handed little antient man to him I went and told him that I would have lodged at that house but it was shut up quoth he the folkes will come home by and by but I doe not know whether they have any lodging or no and sure me think you be a clean man and t is pitty you should lye on the Common if you will goe home and lye with me I am an old Widdower and one bed shall hold us both I thankfully embraced his courteous offer and went with him where I sup'd and log'd well and would take nothing of me his name is Sampson Warrington in remembrance of whose kindnes I