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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95583	A short relation of a long iourney, made round or ovall by encompassing the principalitie of Wales, from London, through and by the counties of Middlesex and Buckingham, Berks, Oxonia, Warwick, Stafford, Chester, Flint, Denbigh, Anglesey, Carnarvan, Merioneth, Cardigan, Pembrooke, Caermarden, Glamorgan, Monmouth, Glocester, &c. This painfull circuit began on Tuesday the 13 of July last, 1652. and was ended (or both ends brought together) on Tuesday the 7. of September following, being near 600. miles. Whereunto is annexed an epitome of the famous history of Wales. / Performed by the riding, going, crawling, running, and writing of John Taylor, dwelling at the sign of the Poets Head, in Phenix Alley, near the midle of Long Aker or Covent Garden.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1653 (1653)	Wing T512; Thomason E1432_2; ESTC R209533	21,036	48

A SHORT RELATION OF A LONG IOURNEY Made ROVND or OVALL By encompassing the Principalitie of Wales from London through and by the Counties of Middlesex and Buckingham Berks Oxonia Warwick Stafford Chester Flint Denbigh Anglesey Carnarvan Merioneth Cardigan Pembrooke Caermarden Glamorgan Monmouth Glocester c. This painfull circuit began on Tuesday the 13 of July last 1652. and was ended or both ends brought together on Tuesday the 7. of September following being near 600. Miles Whereunto is annexed an Epitome of the Famous History of WALES Performed by the Riding Going Crawling Running and Writing of John Taylor dwelling at the Sign of the Poets Head in Phenix All●y near the midle of Long Aker or Covent Garden To all my Honourable Worshipfull and honest Friends that have subscribed to this following Bill I humbly desire them to read it againe and consider the Contents of it and content mee accordingly A Taylors Bill with few or no Items by or for John Taylor NOw in the seventy fourth yeare of mine Age I take an English and Welsh Pilgrimage From London first I bend my course to Chester And humbly I to all men am Requester That when I have past over Hills and Dales And compast with my Travels famous Wales That when to you that I a Book do give Relating how I did subsist and live With all my Passages both here and there And of my Entertainment every where Write but your Names and Dwellings in this Bill I 'le finde you for the Book give what you will Twelve Voyages and Journies I have past And now my Age sayes this may be my last My Travels Story shall most pleasant be To you that read though painfull unto me IN this Bill I did promise to give to my friends Subscribers a true Relation of my Journey and Entertainment which I have done and I do give to them more then I promised which is a briefe Chronicle of Wales which I did not mention in my Bill I know there are foure or five sorts of Adventurers with me in this wearisome Journey some of them have payd me already before I went and their paine is past If all the rest do pay me being near 3000 I am deceived If none doe pay me I am miserably cousened For those that have payd or can and will pay I thanke them for such as would if they could or will when they can I wish them ability to performe their wills for their owne sakes and mine both But for those that are able to reward me and will not I will not curse them though I feare they are almost past praying for A Short Relation of a Long Iourny c. A Traveller that loves to see strange Lands May be a man or not a man of 's hands But yet 't is very requisite and meet He should be furnish'd with good brains and feet For he that wants legs feet and brains and wit To be a Traveller is most unfit And such am I by Age of strength bereft With one right leg and one lame left leg left Beggers on their backs their brats do reare But I my issue in my leg do beare I dresse it often and impatiently It lies and cries not though it make me cry Yet I dare challenge Scottish Jock or Jackey Or any light-heel'd nimble footed Lackey To travell such a Jaunt as I have done With th' right leg going and the left leg run Or if I please the case I 'le alter so To make the worst leg run the best to goe And sure my heart was stout men may suppose To venture Travell with such legs as those But there be some few that do understand 'T is merry walking with a horse in hand Such was my Lot I had a stately Courser None courser quality'd and for a worser There 's neither Halifax or Hull nor Hell That for good parts my horse can parallel He was a beast had heated been and cheated Too much hard over rid and under meated That he as gaunt as any Greyhound was And for a Horses Skelliton might passe You might have told his ribs he was so thin And seen his heart and guts but for his skin He was not pursie foggy cloy'd with greace And like his Rider lov'd rest ease and peace Dun was and is the Dumb beast and was Done E're I begun or he with me begun He had a black List from the Mane to Taile Which is a colour that doth seldome faile To change of paces he had been inur'd But yet not one t' endure or be endur'd His Trot would fling a Dagger out ot'h sheath Or jolt a man to death or out of breath His Ambling was invisible to me From such smooth easie garbs his feet were free His common Pace in Sun-shine or in showre Was as he pleas'd about two mile an houre I never yet could put him in a sweat For he was never free but at his meat Thus John upon Dun's back were both Dun John And thus the tedious way we wandred on Now to proceed in order duly truly I London left the thirteenth day of July The Wayes as faire as man could well desire ' Cause I had none to draw Dun out o' th mire I fifteen miles to Rislip that day went Baited at Edgworth to give Dun content There my acquaintance of good fame and worth Did welcome me the next day I set forth With Boots Sans Spurs with Whip and Switch of Burch I got on twenty miles to Stoken Church The fifteenth day S. Swithin I and Dun Did shuffle sixteen miles to Abington There till the Tuesday following I abode From thence I sixteen miles to great Tue rode There at the Swan mine Host was free and kind He had but one eye tother side was blinde But surely he a right Good-fellow was And there one night my Dun did eat good grass On July 's twenty one from Tue I went And unto Warwick strait my course I bent There did I find another signe o' th Swan Mine Hostesse kind mine Host a Gentile man And for your love to me good Master Venner With humble thanks I am your praises Penner My gratitude to Master Jacob Harmer His Drapers shop could never make me warmer Then high and mighty Warwick's drink did there It made my brains to Caper and careere It was of such invincible strong force To knock me in five miles twice from my Horse And sure I think the Drink was certainly Infused with the conqu'ring ghost of Guy On July 's two and twentieth day I came Vnto an ancient house call'd Hunningham There were two Ladies of good Worth and fame Whom for some reasons I forbeare to name Their Son and Grandson John I 'le not forget He 's nobly minded as a Baronet Foure dayes they kept me with exceeding cheere And gave me silver because Travels deare From thence my Journey 5 miles I pursue To Coventry most samous for true blew There the faire Crosse of ancient high Renown Stands firme