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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36896	The art of living incognito being a thousand letters on as many uncommon subjects / written by John Dunton during his retreat from the world, and sent to that honourable lady to whom he address'd his conversation in Ireland ; with her answer to each letter.	Dunton, John, 1659-1733.	1700 (1700)	Wing D2620; ESTC R16692	162,473	158

opinion or they 'd never study to conceal themselves We see even Ambassadors that represent the Persons of Kings d'spatch their affairs Incognito Nay Emperors themselves think it makes 'em greater sometimes to appear unknown The Great Czar of Muscovy first appeared in England in that manner scarce a Gazet but tells of s●e Prince arriv'd Incognito The Savoy Ambassador arriv'd so ●sterday King Henry the Second after his return fr● Conquering Ireland both out of fondness and for securing 〈◊〉 Succession he caus'd his Eldest Son Henry and his Wife Margaret Daughter of the French King to be solemnly Crown'd in his presence at two several times in the last of which he for that Day liv'd Incognito I mean for that Day he conceal'd his being King of England by waiting as a Servant upon his Son while he sate at the Table which young Henry did litle regard boasting That his Father did not hereby dishon●ur himself since he was only the Son of an Empress whereas himself was Son both of a King and Queen which Proud Speech mightily displeas'd his Father who thought he had done his Son no small Honour by waiting on him as a King Incognito The Story of King Iames the First Riding to his Nobles behind a Miller who took him for a poor Farmer is sufficiently known Neither was Charles the 2d less frequent in these Adventures How often drest in a mean habit wou'd he straggle to a poor Cottage to inquire if the owner ever saw the King and what he thought of his Goverment Madam I suppose you have heard how his winding up the Iack in a dirty Frock saved his Life and those that consider his preservation in an Oaken Tree will own there is if in any thing An Art in living Incognito And therefore I am so far from envying even Kings and Princes in their Pomp and Grandeur that I pity 'em as Royal Slaves or as Men that are never easy but when now and then they retreat from the World and conceal themselves for a Glimps of Happiness So that I 'm much happier in my present obscurity than he that sits on a Throne or that 's galloping after the World for these have scarce an hour they can call their own and that hour is fill'd with cares But Nothing looks in my Retreat Discontented or Unsweet True 't is Private and you know Love and Friendship shou'd be so Solitude dissolves the Mind Makes it pleasant free and kind But the Pleasures you have known I mean those in London Town These Sabina you 'll Confess Fears and Dangers make 'em less Crouds Diseases Feuds and Noise Render 'em imperfect Joys But in Shades and Silence given Ev'ry Extacy is Heaven Whoever in this Retreat sees my Rural Pipe my Shady Grove Hedge of Hony-Suckles Fruitful Garden Hive of Bees and little-Cell with my Contempt of Honours Riches Pleasures c. will own 't is impossible I shou'd be Happier except in Heaven or in the Company of a kind Wife and that my Retreat might want no Perfection Nature makes Arbours here and ev'ry Tree Disposes all it's Boughs to favour me Here warbling Birds in Airy Raptures Sing Their glad Pindaricks to the welcome Spring The Valleys too here Eccho's do repeat Here gentle Winds do moderate Summers Heat Clear is the Air and Verdant is the Grass My Couch of Flowers the Streams my Looking-Glass If you ask me how I spend my time in a Place where I 'm seldom seen and scarce known to a Dog or a Cat I answer I begin the rising Day with Prayer and spend the rest of the time either in writing tee ye or reading the Port Royal the Book you so 〈◊〉 commend when I 'm weary with this Exercise for a little Change I walk to St. Vincent's Rocks here I sit for an Hour or so blessing my self that I 'm clear of London having left Honour to Mad-Men and Riches to Knaves and Fools I fall to laughing at both But if I happen to be griev'd at any thing for Iris and Daphne can ne're be forgot I tune my Distresses to the Widow'd Turtle and she Records my Woes with her own or if this fails to give me relief I call to some Kind Eccho to help me to grieve the faster or if I find no comfort in Tears I need but think of you and then be my sorrows what they will I sit like Patience smiling at Grief and fancy I am still Happy So that if I live Incognito and have but the use of my thoughts I can ne're be wretched I 'm sure I reap more pleasure in my Retreat from the World than the French Ladies do in the Streets of Paris Or if it happens that I am weary of being alone if he can be so that enjoys himself 't is but Riding a Mile or two or at furthest to Southborrow-Grove and I 'm strait in the Meadows 'mongst wholsom Girls making of Hay and that 's enjoyment enough for one that 's afraid of Peticoats When I 'm tir'd with these sights Itye my Horse to a Tree and take a Nap under the Shade of it and when the Cuckcoo awakes me if I 'm thirsty For wholesom Drink I don't go far to look Each Spring 's my Tap my Barrel is each Brook Where I do quaff and too 't again by fits And yet Dear Madam never hurt my Witts For why 't is Beer of Grandam Natures Brewing And very seldom sets her guests a Spewing To which sweet Bubb I 'm kindly welcom still Good Entertainment tho' the Cheer were Ill. In this manner do I spend my Solitude and If I ben't wanting to my self thus living Incognito might soon sit me for Heaven for those Stars which have least Circuit are nearest the Pole and Men who are least perplexed with Business are commonly nearest to God which sufficiently recommends a Life of retirement Besides this to live Incognito is to follow the Example both of learned and Great Men. Lotharius the Emperor resign'd his Crown and spent the remainder of his Life in a Solitary place This way of living is so much esteemed by the Witts that we find the Gardens of Adonis Alcinous Hesperides were Subjects for the finest Poets The Pleasure Lucanus had in this World was nothing else but a little Garden and when he dyed he commanded his Grave to be made in it and Dioclesian left his Empire to turn Gardiner Even the Poet Cowley a As I hinted in my Conversation in Ireland p. 365 that had known what Cities Universities and Courts cou'd afford broke through all the Intanglements of it and which was harder a vast Praise and retired to a Solitary Cottage near Barn Elms where his Garden was his Pleasure and he his own Gardiner Timon of Athens was so given to solitariness that he hated the company of all Men and therefore was call'd Misanthropos he used and employed all his skill to perswade his Country-men to shorten their Lives having set up Gibbets in a Field