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A95528	The certain travailes of an uncertain journey begun on Tuesday the 9. of August, and ended on Saturday the 3. of September following, 1653. Wherein the readers may take notice, that the authors purpose was to travell, and write this following relation, for no other intent or purpose, but to pleasure himself, and to please his friends in the first place. By John Taylor, at the sign of the Poets Head, in Phœniz [sic] Alley, near the Globe Tavern, in the middle of Long-Acre nigh the Covent-Garden. Those twelve following lines I gave to divers gentlemen and friends, before I went, and as they have kindly subscribed to my bill, I [d]o humbly expect their courteous acceptation of this booke.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1654 (1654)	Wing T438; Thomason E1434_1; ESTC R209555	8,695	29

done There was the George a horseback day night And there I from my mares back did alight At Water there wine was but that 's a Riddle At Croydon you may know both ends middle To Micham from my way full 3. miles wide A Gentleman I thank him was my guide Holland my sheets and Holland was mine Host My entertainment good for little cost August the tenth my bonny Beast and I From Surrey traveld to South Saxony Now called Sussex where at Bellinshurst Six dayes I felt no hunger cold or thirst There at a sign and no sign but a Frame T was the Kings arms but shatering shot flame Did beat them down as useles of small stead For armes are of no use without a Head Mine Host was mighty good and great withall And amongst Hosts may be a Generall Hee 's friendly curteous although big and burly A right good fellow no way proud or surly Six nights at Bellinshurst I freely stayd And all the charge of mare and man was payd By a Gentleman to name whom I le refrain Whose love my thankfull mind shall stil retain Thus in one week I rode Post 30. mile And neither man or mare tyr'd all that while A Reverend Preacher preach'd on Sunday twice Directing souls to th' Heavenly Paradice And if we could but do as he did say His Doctrine told us all the ready way Thus Billinshurst thy bounty I extoll Thou feastedst me in body and in soule There was rare Musick sweet and gentile Ayres For undeserved favours I am theirs My love to Mr. Fist and to mine Host But love and thanks T. H. deserveth most From Billinshurst August the sixteenth day I took my leave before I took my way The way indifferent good the welk in smiles I rode to Petworth 7. good Sussex miles To set forth Petworth its worth more worth is Then I am worth or worthy but know this Northumberland the Noble there doth dwell Whose good housekeeping few Lords parallell There Honourable bounty is exprest With daily charity to th' poor distrest I speak not this for any thing I got Of that great Lord I felt or saw him not For had I seen him my beliefe is such I should have felt and found his bounties tutch But I for my part never was so rude To flatter fawn or basely to intrude Yet I declare him liberall Honourable And there I din'd well at his Stewards Table Thanks Mr. Williams there the Cook exact By his good friendship there I nothing lackd Thanks to my Hostesse kind good Mrs. Martin who welcom'd me with good whit wine a quart in And last of all but not of all the least I was kind Mr. Barnards costly Guest To me he shew'd his bounty from the Mint For which I give him heer my thanks in Print He payd the chinque and freely gave me drink And I returne my gratitude with Inke August the 18. twelve long miles to Stenning I rode and nothing saw there worth the kenning But that mine Host there was a joviall Wight My Hostess fat and fair a goodly sight The signe the Chequer eighteen pence to pay My Mare eat mortal meat good Oats and Hay Twelve miles from Stenning I jogd on to Lewes And there I found no Beggars Scolds or Shrews Lewes hath no Bayliff Mayor or Magistrate For every one there lives in quiet state They quarrell not for wagging of a straw For each man is unto himselfe a Law They need no bridle like the Horse or Mule Where every one himselfe can wisely rule At the terrestriall Star a glistring Signe I lodg'd and found good Diet and good Wine Mine Host and Hostess courteous free and kind And there I sip'd and sup'd but seldom din'd Lewes is an ancient Town as may be seen In Cambden page three hundred and thirteen Twelve men they chuse the most substantiallest Most rich and wise to govern all the rest And out of that discreet and honest dozen Two as it were high Constables are chosen These have no pow'r themselvs to hang or draw Or on offendors to inflict the Law But to a Justice of the Peace or Coram They bring the parties their cause before am From Friday unto Friday I did stay But in the mean time I did take my way Five miles to Torring where my old friend there The Parson welcom'd me with Country cheer His name is John or honest Master Rice Six meals he meated me and lodgd me thrice He Preachd on Sunday Augusts twenty one Two Sermons tending to salvation His Doctrine's good he himselfe doth frame To live in conversation like the same I thank him and his Wife and Family For making of so much too much of me Thus when he could no longer me retaine With love and thanks I rode to Lewes againe This Town contains six Churches and at least It is a mile in length from West to East A strong and spacious Castle there hath been As by its moldred ruines may be see●e Thence 12 miles I was on my female beast born T'an unknown feast born at a Towne cal'd East Bourne I at an Inne alighted and found there Unlook'd for welcome and good Sussex cheer Sir Thomas Dike Sir Thomas Parker Knights With kinde Esquires whose names Epithites I mention not because I know them not But to them all my thanks is unforgot For undeserv'd unlook'd for and unthought From thē my purse person both were fraught This was on Augusts twenty sixt a Friday Near Dog dayes end a very fair and drie day The next day and the next I felt the bounty Of the high Sheriff of Sussex famous County He entertain'd me Saturday and Sunday And would have kept me 20 dayes past Monday There was a high and mighty drink call'd Rug Sure since the Reigne of great King Gorbodug Was never such a rare infus'd confection Injection operation and ejection Are Hogen Mogen Rugs great influences To provoke sleep and stupifie the sences No cold can ever pierce his flesh or skin Of him who is well lin'd with Rug within Rug is a Lord beyond the Rules of Law It conquers hunger in the greedy maw And in a word of all the drinks potable Rug is most puisant potent notable Rug was the Capitall Commander there And his Lievtenant Generall was strong Beere Wine plenteous both in Bottles and in flaggons whose strēgth would quel S. George 20 draggōs But Asshuerus Laws were there inrol'd No man was forc'd to drink more then he would There was good Will good Wills son good Williā As free as was the Emp'rour Maximilian Beasts fowls and fish from earth sea ayre Unto the Table well Cook'd did repair There were rare Birds I never saw before The like of them I think to see no more Th' are called Wheat ears less then Lark or Sparrow Wel roasted in the mouth they tast like marow When once t is in the teeth it is involv'd Bones flesh and all is

lushiously dissolv'd The name of Wheat ears on them is ycleap'd Because they come when wheat is yeerly reap'd Six weeks or therabouts they are catch'd there And are welnigh 11. months God knows where My humble gratitude is heer exprest To Mr. Sheriffe and his beloved best His kindnes joind with hers and hers with his Doth merit my unfaigned thankfulnes Unto my Cozen Thomas Taylor there My love remembred and for my Samphiere He promis'd me I thank't him thrice before And when I have it I will thank him more Twelve miles on Augusts 9. and 20. day From Bourne to Battell 4. miles on my way At Pemsey doth a ruin'd Castle stand And there the Norman Conqueror did land Since his invading power arived there 'T is ●ow 500 60 and 6. yeere Eight miles from thence the Battel fierce was strook Where bloud of 70000 like a Brook Or rather I may say like Sanguin Rivers Which down hills it impetuously delivers Into the Vales and where that bloud was spilt The Conqueror caus'd an Abbey to be built Of stately structure and what it hath been By great extended ruines may be seen VVhen Norman forces England overcame From bloudy Battell Battell had its name This Abbey now is kept by right and due By the Honourable Viscount Montague That Lord repair'd some part magnificent And ther 's good house kept when hee s resident That noble Lord is in account most famous Though many miserable Lords doe shame us At th' Empereall crest or Eagle spred My selfe and mare were stabled lodg'd and fed About the reckoning I did not contend My friend T. H. paid all and ther 's an end August the thirtith I rode on to Hastings Wher was relief for men of severall tastings Or sundry pallats put them altogether Or relisht appetites take all or neither At Hastings I staid not but hastily I ambled 6. miles unto Winchelsey Which hath been counted in the dayes of yore Untill the seas contended with the shore A famous sea Town rich in merchandise But buried in the Ocean now it lies A Castle stands i' th sands enduring flawes Gusts tempests storms times devouring jaws In twice twelve hours 't is twice embraced round In th' arms of Neptune seeming to be drownd And when the flouds are eb'd into the main Three miles in sands 't is compast round again In Winchelsey that now is I could ken Nothing worth observation of my pen. Two miles from thence upon a hill stands Rye And there I at the Star did lodge and lie More ods there is 'twixt singing songs and crying Then was betwixt my lodging and my lying I lodg'd by night and I did lie by day And as upon a bed I musing lay The chamber hang'd with painted cloth I found My selfe with sentences beleaguerd round There was Philosophy and History Poetry Aenigmatick mystery I know not what the Town in wealth may be But sure I on that chambers walls did see More wit then al the town had and more worth Then my unlearned Muse can well set forth I will not hold my Reader in dilemma Thus truly lying I transcribed them a. NO flower so fresh but frost may it deface None fits so fast but hee may lose his place T is Concord keeps a Realme in Stable stay But Discord brings all Kingdomes to decay No Subject ought for any kinde of Cause Resist his Prince but yeeld him to the Lawes Sure God is just whose stroake delayed long Doth light at last with paine more sharp and strong Time never was nor n'ere I thinke shall be That Truth unshent might speake in all things free This is the Sum the Marrow and the Pith My lying Chamber was Adorned with And 't is supposed those lines written there Have in that Roome bin more then 40 yeare Now Reader take this notice more of Rye 'T is worth Remembring and I 'le tell you why If to unloade your Bellies Nature drive ye In all the Towne you'se scarcely finde a Privie For as our Sectaries in Tubbs preach heere They make Sir Reverence Reverend Iakeses there Of Pulpets of Prophanity and these When they are full are empti'd in the Seas My fare was good at Rye my Reck'ning small I thanke my noble friend that payd for all Neete unto Rye 2 dirty Ferryes bee So Muddy that they mir'de my Mare and mee I past them And on vltima Augusti well meated Mounted man and beast both lusty I cross'd or'e Gulford ferry and I went From Rye in Sussex unto Hide in Kent Septembers first day Sol with golden eye Gilt Neptune with celestiall Alcaymie With sovereign splendor kissing medows green And mantled hills tops were coruscant seen VVhen Phoebus mounted was in glorious pride I mounted too and rode away from Hide Still as I past through sea Towns first and last I did enquire how businesses had past The people said that Guns did bounce thump Betwixt our English ships and Dutch Van Trump At Rumney and at Hide they were in sight Folks heard the drums to beat and saw the fight Thus little was the newes from sea or shore Our weekly News books will tel 3. times more From Hide to Dover and to Canterbury Full 25. miles dirty wet and weary I took my lodging up and down I lay Till Friday came Septembers second day Then with the Lamb I arose and with the Lark I got to Gravesend when 't was almost dark But I mistake from sleep I rowz'd my head And rose with th'Lark but went with Lamb to bed On th' way I was not vext with Gates or Stiles But three and thirty dirty Kentish miles With washing dashing ways rain wel sous'd It made my Mare and I glad to be hous'd The signe was Welsh his pie-bald english Bull I there was welcome empty welcome full But at the high and mighty Gravesend Whale I found most potent admirable Ale 'T is second to no drink but East-Bourne Rug Put it in Pot or Flaggon Can or Jug You 'le finde it is the grand Ale and you 'l grant That 't is Ale Parramount Predominant 'T was given me by a Friend but let him end With hanging that loves Ale more then his friēd From Gravesend Satudray Septembers third I rode without sputs as I had been spurr'd I came to London when the Clock struck one And so my Journey and my Booke is DONE Amongst the Muses where the number Nine is The learned Poets end their Works with Finis But when unlearned I have Volumes pen'd Finis is Latine English Done's an End A POSTSCRIPT Of some parts of SUSSEX and KENT that I Travelled which I have borrowed out of Mr. SPEED SUSSEX THE North part of this Shire confronts upon Surrey and Kent the West butteth upon Hamshire and all the rest of the County lieth stretched along the British sea The City of most account within this County is Chichester a beautifull and large Towne yet for the statelinesse of buildings Lewes doth seeme to contend with