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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34654	The wonders of the peake by Charles Cotton.	Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687.	1681 (1681)	Wing C6400; ESTC R9498	23,665	92

Caves Push into crowded Tydes the frighted Waves But that the Spring swell'd by some smoaking shower That teeming clouds on Tellus surface power Marches amain with the confederate Force Until some straighter passage in its course Stops the tumultuous throng which pressing fast And forc'd on still to more precipitous hast By the succeeding streams lyes gargling there Till in that narrow throat th'obstructed Air Finding it self in too strict limits pent Opposes so th' invading Element As first to make the half choakt gullet heave And then disgorge the stream it can't receive Than this of this Peak-Wonder I believe None a more plausible account can give Though here it might be said if this were so It never would but in wet weather flow Yet in the greatest droughts the Earth abides It never fails to yield less frequent Tides Which always clear and unpolluted are And nothing of the wash of Tempest share But whether this a Wonder be or no 'T will be one Reader if thou seest it flow For having been there ten times for the nonce I never yet could see it flow but once And that the last time too which made me there Take my last leave on 't as I now do here Hence two miles East does a fourth Wonder lye Worthy the greatest curiosity Cal'd Elden-Hole but such a dreadful place As will procure a tender Muse her grace In the description if she chance to fail When my hand trembles and my cheeks turn pale Betwixt a verdant Mountains falling flanks And within bounds of easie swelling banks That hem the Wonder in on either side A formidable Scissure gapes so wide Steep black and full of horror that who dare Looks down into the Chasme and keeps his hair From lifting off his hat either has none Or for more modish curls casheers his own It were injurious I must confess By mine to measure braver Courages But when I peep into 't I must declare My heart still beats and eyes with horror stare And he that standing on the brink of Hell Can carry it so unconcern'd and well As to betray no fear is certainly A better Christian or a worse than I. This yawning mouth is thirty paces long Scarce half so wide within lin'd through with strong Continuous Walls of solid perpend stone A Gulf wide steep black and a dreadful one Which few that come to see it dare come near And the most daring still approach with fear Having with terror here beheld a space The gastly aspect of this dang'rous place Critical Passengers usually sound How deep the threatning gulf goes under ground By tumbling down stones sought throughout the field As great as the officious Boores can wield Of which such Millions of Tuns are thrown That in a Country almost all of stone About the place they something scarce are grown But being brought down they 'r condemn'd to go When silence being made and ears laid low The first 's turn'd off which as it parts the Air A kind of sighing makes as if it were Capable of that useless passion Fear Till the first hit strikes the astonisht ear Like Thunder under-ground thence it invades With louder thunders those Tartarean shades Which groan forth horror at each ponderous stroke Th' unnatural issue gives the Parent Rock Whilst as it strikes the sound by turns we note When nearer slat sharper when more remote As the hard walls on which it strikes are found Fit to reverberate the bellowing sound When after falling long it seems to hiss Like the old Serpent in the dark Abyss Till Eccho tir'd with posting does refuse To carry to th'inquisitive Perdu's That couchant lye above the trembling news And there ends our Intelligence how far It travails further no one can declare Though if it rested here the place might well Sure be accepted for a Miracle Your Guide to all these Wonders never fails To entertain you with ridic'lous tales Of this strange place One of a Goose thrown in Which out of Peaks-Arse two miles off was seen Shell-naked sally rifled of her plume By which a man may lawfully presume The owner was a woman grave and wise Could know her Goose again in that disguise Another lying Tale the People tell And without smiling of a pond'rous Bell By a long Rope let down the Pit to sound When many hundred fadoms under-ground It stopt but though they made their sinews crack All the men there could not once move it back Till after some short space the plundred line With scores of curious knots made wond'rous fine Came up amain with easie motion But for the Jangling Plummet that was gone But with these idle Fables feign'd of old Some modern truths and sad ones too are told One of that mercenary Fool expos'd His Life for gold t'explore what lies enclos'd In this obscure Vacuity and tell Of stranger sights than Theseus saw in Hell But the poor Wretch pay'd for his thirst of gain For being cran'd up with a distemper'd brain A fault'ring tongue and a wild staring look Whether by damps not known or horror strook Now this man was confederate with mischance 'Gainst his own Life his whole inheritance Which bates the pity human nature bears To poor involuntary Sufferers But the sad tale of his severer fate Whose story 's next compassion must create He raving languish'd a few days and then Di'd peradventure to go down agen In savages and in the silent deep Make the hard marble that destroy'd him weep A Stranger to this day from whence not known Travelling this wild Countrey all alone And by the Night surpriz'd by Destiny If such a thing and so unkind there be Was guided to a Village near this place Where asking at a house how far it was To such a Town and being told so far Will you my friend t' oblige a Traveller Says the benighted Stranger be so kind As to conduct me thither you will bind My gratitude for ever and in hand Shall presently receive what you 'l demand The fellow hum'd and haw'd and scratch'd his pate And to draw on good wages said 't was late And grew so dark that though he knew the way He durst not be so confident to say He might not miss it in so dark a night But if his Worship would be pleas'd t' alight And let him call a Friend he made no doubt But one of them would surely find it out The Traveller well pleased at any rate To have so expert Guides dismounted straight Giving his horse up to the treach'rous slave Who having hous'd him forthwith fell to heave And poize the Portmantu which finding fraight At either end with lumps of tempting weight The Devil and he made but a short dispute About the thing they soon did execute For calling th' other Rogue who long had bin His complice in preceding acts of sin He tells him of the prize sets out the gain Shews how secure and easie to obtain Which prest so home where was so little need The