Folio size yet I knew not where to have a Dinner in Decimo-sexto and therefore was constrained now To feast my lean Corps with swallowing empty Fare And for heart-chearing Food devour the Air. It seems my Tutress Fortune had a mind to keep me fasting on purpose to put me upon Tryals of Skill Reader you know an empty Belly makes a witful Brain She knew Necessity and the the lowliness of my Pocket wou'd soon constrain me to summon my Wits to a Consultation for Replenishment Every Fool can put the Sweat of his Tenants in his Pocket He 's the darling of Fortune that carries his Estate in his Brains She never forsakes the bold and daring With these thoughts I husht my whimpering Stomach into a-kind-of-Truce But mark the sequel before I could ramble as far as Chalfont which was the next Village in my way my Belly which had no Ears rung Noon agen and my Appetite the most infallible sort of Clock chym'd out Dinner Dinner Dinner at least a dozen times So that now I was forc'd to screw up Invention a Note above Ela to find out some speedy relief for I could no longer suppress the Insurrection of my twelve little Guts or quiet the murmurings of the grand Rebel Colon who was now every minute confuting the Philosophical Maxim of non datuâ— vacuum But give a Man Luck and cast him into the Sea and rather than he shall sink the Gallows will bail him out For much further now I had not Rambled Before instead of cut-throat slaughtering Shambles Each Hedge allow'd me Berries from the Brambles The Bullis Hazle-Nut-Tree Hopps and Slowes Attend my Stomach wheresoe're it goes And for good Sauce I seldom were at charges For eu'ry Crab-tree did afford me Verjuice My Banquet sometimes was green Beans and Peason Nuts Pears Plumbs Apples which were now in season My Musick waits on me in every Bush Which was my Brother Cuckoo and the Thrush The mounting Lark sang in the lofty Skie And Robbin-Read-breast made me melody Moreover to accomplish my content Here were all things to please my Eye and Scent The Earth embroider'd with the various hew Of green red yellow purple spangling blew Carnation crimson damask spotless white And every colour that might please the sight My Drink I now did not go far to look Each Spring 's my Tap my Barrel is each Brook Where I did quaff and to 't agin by fits Yet never stood in fear to hurt my Wits For why 't was Ale of Grandam Natures brewing And very seldom sets her Guests a spewing To all which I was kindly welcom still Good Entertainment though the Chear was ill Long I had not been thus Epicurizing on Nature's Chear and Bounty before I observed at some little distance a plain Country-Fellow in a gray home-spun Coat his Girdle near as big as a Horse-Collar about his Wast his Doublet seem'd to be but one great patch in Quarto and his Hat exactly of the fashion of Graffhamsteeple sitting under a large Beech-tree listning to the pretty Musick which the Birds made in the neighbouring Plains who seem'd as merry in the Woods as Lovers at a Iunket and sometimes whistling himself to bear them company in their melodies A long time methoughts I saw him thus sweetly entertain himself and at last he pull'd out of his Breeches or Leathern-Cupboard a piece of Bread and Cheese which with Eyes lifted up to Heaven he seemed to acknowledge a liberal Dinner I was much taken with the innocence of his Looks and the rich contentment which I thought I read in his Face which bred a great desire in me to know him better and see something more of a Vertue hid under Rags and so approaching nearer to him I askt him how he came to lead so merry a life when to outward appearance he look'd like a Man in great distress Alas Sir said he as Fortune is not my Landlady so I fear not her displeasure and having Contentment that Heaven of the other World and this tho' I have nothing but a Crust to live on I can feast upon it He is the happy Man that can calmly wish and want and so can I I can sing My mind to me a Kingdom is I was never yet dejected under the most biting frowns of Poverty except it was in my sleep which has been often broke with laughing The Plow and Dairy are the very mound of my Meditation I expostulate with my Oxen very Understandingly and speak Gee and Whoe better than English my Mind is not much distracted with Objects but if a good Cow come in my way I stand dumb and astonisht and though my haste be never so great will fix here half an hour's contemplation my Habitation is a poor thatch't Roof distinguish't from my Barn by the loop-holes that let out the Smoak which the Rain had long since wash 't thorough but for the double Cieling of Bacon on the inside which has hung there from my Grandsire's time and is yet to make Rashers for Posterity My Religion is part of my Copy-hold which I take from my Landlord and refer it wholly to his Discretion My Compliment with my Neighbour is usually a good thump on the Back and my Saluation commonly some blunt Curse As to my Feet they never stink so unbecommingly as when I trot after a Lawyer in Westminster-hall and even cleave the ground with hard scraping in beseeching of his Worship to take his Money But should both Indies spread their Laps to me And court my Eyes to wish their Treasury My better Will they neither could intice Nor this with Gold nor that with all her Spice For what poor things had these Possessions shown When all were mine but I were not mine own Others in pompous Wealth their thoughts may please And I am rich in wishing none of these For Youth which happiness wou'd you beg first Still to have Drink or never to have Thirst No Servants on my beck attendant stand Yet are my Passions all at my command Reason within me shall sole Ruler be And every Sense shall wear her Livery Lord of my self in Chief when they that have More Wealth make that their Lord which is my Slave Yet I as well as they with more content Have in my self a Houshold-Government My Intellectual Soul hath there possest The Steward's Place to govern all the rest When I go forth my Eyes two Ushers are And dutifully walk before me bare My Legs run Footman by me go or stand My ready Arms wait close on either hand My Lips are Porters to the dangerous dore And either Ear a trusty Auditor And when abroad I go Fancy shall be My skilful Coachman and shall hurry me Through Heaven and Earth and Neptune's watery Plain And in a moment drive me back again The Charge of all my Cellar Thirst is thine Thou Butler art and Yeoman of my Wine Stomach the Cook whose Dishes best delight Because their only Sauce is Appetite
upon such another She was the pattern of Wives Queen of Mothers best of Friends and indeed as my Father used to say truly of her had all the Virtues of her Sex in her little Finger what had she then think ye all her Body over To say more than all she was a very Iris only a few years older and well worthy to be the Mother of Evander were he but as worthy to be her Son Nay but she shan't think to scape without some Poetry on her Death No all my Relations shall know what 't is to have a Poet kin to ' em She did she did I saw her mount the Skye And with new Whiteness paint the Galaxy Heaven her methought with all its Eyes did view And yet acknow'edg'd all its Eyes too few Methought I saw in crouds bless'd Spirits meet And with loud Welcomes her arrival greet Which cou'd they grieve had gone with grief away To see a Soul more white more pure than thâ—y Earth was unworthy such a prize as this Only a while Heaven let us share the bliss c. There are a great many more of 'em but I don't love to gorge the Reader whom I rather chuse always to leave with a Relish for his next Meal I 'll only borrow his Patience and a Friends Wit for an Epitaph and then let her rest 'till she and I wake together Here lies Don Evander's Mother Death e're thou kill'â—t such another Fair and good and wise as she Time shall throw a Dart at thee In the last Chapter I had clean forgot to give you the History of the second Globe which having such a direct aspect on the Body of all the following Relation and the Epitome of my Life ought by no means to be omitted There you may see if you 'll take the pains but to turn over to the Frontispiece my old Crone of a Nurse ay and such a Nurse as I 'd not envy Iupiter his she-goat who suckled him in a kind of Rapture and Prophecy presenting the Furniture of my future Life the Tools I was to set up with in the universal Trade of Rambling a Hobby Horse which you 'll see will one of these days cast his Tail and have four Leggs start out in the room on 't A pair of little Boots yet a great deal too big for my little Leggs A Staff for sometimes I paid it on Ten-toes tho' that has a stronger twang of Sancho than his Master and is directly against the most sacred Rules of Knight Errantry and never to be done unless in a Pilgrimage or on a Vow never more to bestride a Horse agen 'till that of the flaming Gyant Sir Fundermundando's won in Mortal Battel as you may read at large in Don Bellianis of Greece or the seven Champions But I don't well understand what comes after there seems a little malicious sting i' the Tail on 't A Sword too it may be Why does he think I 'll Ramble without a Sword or does he make a may be on 't whether I shall ever have one of my own Now dare I venture a shoulder of Mutton to a penny Commons that 't was some Shcollard or other writ these Verses who finding at the University they had but one Sword belonging to one Colledge and a pair of Boots between three more which they ride out with by turns while the other stay at home in their own defence concluded strait that things went at the same rate all the World over No Sir Author as pert as you are I tell you I have a Sword of my own and that those may know too who know me or you either Sir I 'll assure ye Sir for my Friends Cause is my own and 't is at your Service Sir whenever you please to make use of it Being thus provided and equipp'd Cap-a-pe in a Travellers Garb Pen and Ink i' one Pocket and Bread and Cheese i' t'other not in specie No Heroes don't use to be mean but in a parcel of Gray-Groats and Edward Shillings ty'd up i' the corner of my Handkerchief my Daddy and I turn'd one side upon Graffham the place of my Birth and away we troopt to another where we had more business but I war'nt ye I have Wit enough to keep all close and not let you know what 't was this however I care not if I tell you that the very hopes of Rambling the Prospect of seeing a new Part of the World or indeed a New World to me striking upon the strings of my Soul before wound to the same pitch made most charming Musick and had you seen then the young Evander who now he sets up for Rambling indeed does a new thing and gets a Horse-back is resolv'd to have a New Name too and henceforth when he thinks fit be call'd KAINOPHILVS had you but seen what a brisk Air he then put on how lively and rosie he lookt how sweet and how charming well but I say no more being I say about to leave my beloved Graffham I can't but give you and Posterity some account of it as my famous Predecessor Coriat did of Odcomb which indeed does strangely agree with the Place of my Nativity But the Excellencies of it being too large to be contain'd in a corner or crowded up in a piece of a Chapter they shall have a whole one to themselves that immediately following CHAP. IV. The Description of The fine Town of Graffham the best i' the Shire on 't And a famous Town 't is if you ever did hear on 't FRom henceforward Reader don't expect I shou'd give every distinct Ramble a distinct Chapter for truly I can't afford it any longer for the Chapters being heavy things and the Rambles brisk little airy Creatures the last run away so fast and scamper about at such a mad rate that the first do what they can can't keep pace with 'em being besides a great many one still begetting another and running all different ways from one another O but Graffham my dear Graffham I han't forgot thee No sooner shall my Toes forget the use of Rambling my Fingers of Writing or my Teeth of eating I am resolv'd to write thy Memoirs with all the accuracy possible both for thy sake and my own First and mainly indeed that after Ages may know where I was born and what place was first so happy to claim my Nativity nor leave Graffham Aston Chessham London Boston Colâ—n Amsterdam and half a hundred Places more a quarreling for me to fifty Generations hence as the Cities of Greece do for Homer Graffham was the Place but what was this Graffham I 'll tell you if you have Patience but have a Care of Envy The least I can say in its Praise is this If wholsome Air Earth Woods and pleasant Springs Are Elements whereby a Town is grac'd If strong and stately Bowers Contentment brings Such is the Town of Graffham and so plac'd There Nature Art Art Nature hath embrac'd Without within below aloft
near as I can remember it from his own mouth My dear Kainophilus In the midst of the silent night as you and my Land-Lord were sitting by my Bed-side I fancy'd that a blew mist came o're my Eyes and doz'd my Senses when methoughts a lovely Youth clad in a glorious garb stood by me and with beaming Eyes so dazled me with Rays of Light that I was much amaz'd but long he paus'd not e're he snatch'd me from you both and with expanded Wings flew swift as I thought through many Regions pav'd with Stars and shining with glittering Fires where I beheld strange Shapes and heard amazing Voices and mounting still higher and higher at last he brought me within sight of a most Glorious Palace whose out-side shin'd with such exceeding Brightness that I was oblig'd sometimes to shut mine Eyes as not capable of steady gazing At the Gate stood Throngs of glorious forms in Robes of purest white with Crowns of Gold upon their Heads Palms of Victory in their Hands and golden Harps in their Mouths whereon they play'd melodiously ravishing all my Senses with their charming Voices and methougts they seeming in their Songs to express much Joy at my approach I was about to enter this Coelestial Mansion but on a suddain hearing a Voice as loud as Thunder crying Return return for you cannot enter here till you fling off your Cloths of Flesh I sunk down like lightning and just now starting at the supposed Fall I waked And thus to the Admiration of all the World he lived in Person as it were to learn to dye by his own Funeral and to see it celebrated before his Eyes and after he had with abundance of Pleasure view'd his Coffin Winding-sheet and Death-bed Shrouds having a great curiosity to see himself buryed in Effigie he walkt with Kainophilus ten days after to Marlow Chancel to see his Tomb that so he might as he couragiously said Look Death full in the face and learn to dye generously Oh Noble Courage that can triumph at the sight of a Tomb Oh glorious Action where Gaâ—lands of Cypress dispute the Preheminence with Laurel and Palm Oh gallant Self-Victory that so bravely puts a gloss on the Face of Death And indeed no one can say he is resolved for Death that cannot undergo it with his Eyes open or meet it the boldest way Cowards wink when they fight but the truly valiant dare face their danger One saying to Damidas that the Lacedemonians wâ—â—e likely very much to suffer if they did not in time reconeile themselves to Prince Philip's favour Why you pitiful Fellow replyed he what can they suffer that do not fear to dye It being demanded of Agis which way a man might live free Why said he by despising Death Then who would be a Slave to his fears that is so near the reach of Liberty The most voluntary Death is the most brave Was not Philaret ' s viewing his Grave with pleasure an act of Courage beyond all that we read of Caesar And the truth on 't is Living is Slavery if the Liberty of dying were taken away The most obliging Present Nature has made us and which takes from us all colour of complaint of our condition is to have delivered into our custody the keys of Life she has only ordered one door into Life but a thousand ways out 'T is true we may be streightned for Earth to live upon but Earth sufficient to dye upon can never be wanting Caesar being askt what Death he thought to be the most desired made answer The least premeditated and the shortest If Caesar dared to say it it is no cowardize in Philaret to believe it however believe it or not 't is all one to Mounsieur Death who seeing him recovered of his long Trance falls now to twisting his Guts till he died in earnest so that His new Life and his Exit seem'd to meet His swadling Bands almost his winding Sheet And from his Death-bed he does but arise To see his Grave returns again and dies Ah Philaret Must we part then First let me close thy Eyes bedew thy Cheeks a little compose thy body for the Grave follow thee thither and then farewel till we meet in th' other World Poor miserable Man If Fate happen to gild â—o're one Inch of thy unhappy Span and lend a â—limpse of Heaven in a Friend how soon does the beauteous Vision vanish out of sight But why do I sigh and groan seeing ' Tw'ont be long before it will be said Of me as 't is of Phil. Alas he 's dead So that now leaving Marlow behind me and Philaret fast asleep in his Grave at least I suppose so for I cou'd not stay to see him buried I was resolv'd to return for London and fix there till I had wore out the thoughts of him And now going to take leave of my Hostess I perceiv'd all the House in an uprore the Nurse weeping the Maid howling Daphne Molly and Tiddy crying the Cat wringing her hands and all the House in a great perplexity except old Towzer who like a cruel-hearted Cur shed not so much as one single Tear Having given 'em the last becken of Farewel on I troop'd the pace of a Butter Womans old Mare leaving it to the discretion of my Horse to go which way to London he pleas'd so he wou'd but bring me there at night 't was all I desir'd believing assuredly that it was only in that wherein the very Essence and Being of all Adventures consisted After eight hours Travel in Dust and Sun safely arrived at London just as the Sun having run his 〈◊〉 was prancing down his Western-Hill 〈…〉 Before the Windows of the Day were quite shut iâ— I got to my Quarters where being weary â—â—sie Sleep soon drew the fringed Curtains of my Eyes By that time 8 hours repose like a good Cloth-worker had set a refreshing Nap upon my tired and thread-bare Limbs the Sun again like an unwearied Rambler came dancing o're the drousy Hills to unbar the doors of Night and to signifie to the Skies that they might now if they please play the good House-Wife and put out their Candles This made my Heart dance the Canaries in my Breast without the help of a Violin For my Patience you may well imagin was now on the Tenter-hooks till I was on my Rambles again So jumping out of my nitty Couch with a courteous design to free my tender Br from the persecution of the lousy Blankets for my Pockets could not reach to the gentility of Sheets I fell to dressing my little dapper self as trim as neat and as Gay as if I had set all night between the Comb and the Glass or had rob'd some Petty-Milliner of all his Nick Nacks tho' 't is a folly to lye for 't some of my Linnen seem'd to be of an old or dusty translation Then running to the Barbers for a new Face for you must note tho my Beard as yet was but
to guide the rudder Was quite amaz'd i' th' horrid pudder So that the Ship was steer'd by chance As Chaos was by Atom's dance My Soul as all wise Men aver Was Here and There and every Where A Shuttlecock which you might then see Toss'd by the Battledore of Fancy And spinning wildly her ' and ther ' Danc'd Jiggs and Galliards in the Air. Thus while my thoughts were on the Ramble I scribbled down this long preamble And sustian fancy easily ambling Did thus descant in Praise of Rambling Nothing i' th' World is steady found Cowley But an eternal Dance goes round And jarring seeds of Nature be Still constant in inconstancy The Sun as all Men know his course is Rides round the World with Coach and Horses And like a wicked Fornicator Leav's his true Bed the warm Aequator And let old Iove say what he can Sir Rambles to Capricorn and 〈◊〉 The fixt Starrs too tho' Erra Pater Swears they ne're mov'd nor will hereafter Yet ha' been found by Optic Engines T o've rambled backward a whole Sign since Then for the Planets Heav'ns save em No mortal Man knows where to have 'em They move by ' Excentric's Epicicles And outchange three-score Madam Fickles Nay more the rambling roguey Gypsies Amaze the World by dire Eclipses Cause Battels Famines Death Diseases And what e're Mischief Gadbury pleases But tho' these rove and live at random Ye 'r Comets still go much beyond ' em A Comet is a rambling Blade That scours thro' Heav'n in Masquerade Sometimes in antick dress he appears And frights the Angels from their Spheres Sometimes stuck round with Links and Torches To sublunary Worlds he marches And slyly entring of a sudden Scares silly Boors from eating Pudden Then before Flamstead with his Glasses Can tell ye wher ' abou ts his place is Whip Sir he 's gone to th' Anti-poles Where deeper Heads think his abode is Within the bound of Heavens high Wall Is kept a constant Carnival And there e're since the Worlds Creation Rambling has been the Recreation Thus what 's the Harmony o' th' Sphears Which deafesn ev'ry Mortals Ears But Musick made in Serenading And thrumm'd Guittors in Masquerading Then as for Thunder pray what is 't else But noise of Rival Angels Pistols When one in dark doth t' other justle And shakes the Welkin in the Bustle So when the Starrs that serve for Torches To guide the Gods in rambling Marches Grow dim and twinkle as you know Our earthly Flambeau's often do The cunning Link-boy whirls it round him To make the Light be more abounding Or knocks it full against some Planet For want of Post or Porters Bannet Hence a vast Sphere of fiery drops Fly all about as thick as Hops And some o' these which downward go Do pass for Meteâ—rs here below Cheat Rusticks ignorant and fearful And make 'em think they see a Star fall Thus far for Heaven pray now let 's see What Rambles in this World there be And first our Modern Virtuosi Who with new Problems daily pose ye Say that this very earthly Ball Towns Cities Rivers Men and all Runs round the World with all us in it And rambles sixty Miles a minute The Elements their places change And into Forreign Regions range They ramble so confus'dly round They 're no where Simple to be found Fire does from highest Concave go And lurks in Flints and Stones below Air enters Earths vast hollow Caverns And there like Bullies drunk in Taverns Roars Swaggers Scours And here the Author was most graciously pleas'd to Ramble to somewhat else Another POEM In Praise of Rambling By R. G. Master of Arts late of Trinity-Colledge in Cambridge O! That some Rambling Muse wou'd now assist And with her powerful Rage inflame my Breast That my loose Lines like uncurb'd streams might flow In Commendation of your Book and You Your Book and You which shall together run Like coupled Beagles or the Light and Sun Your Book that noble part of you which shall In Age to come survive your Funeral And be preserv'd with pleasure and renown Whilst there 's a Rambling Pedler in the 〈◊〉 Gypsies shall cant the Glorys of your Peâ— And sing your Praises in the Bouzing-Keâ— Figg for those lazy sedentary Men Who never stir beyond their notsome Deâ— Who ne're drew other Air into their Nose Than what the Wind from their own Chimney blows Who by dull Reading think they Knowledge gain And know no more than what their Maps explain Thence they presume in Coffee-house they 're able To paint the Siege of Buda on a Table There stands the Town and there the brave Bassaw His Janizaries to the breach does draw Here the Imperial Forces lye and there Valiant Lorrain and Saxony appear Here 't was the English fought so wondrous well And there the Citys brave Commander fell And so exactly will they state the Case As if they 'd seen the Action and the Place When God knows all that they of either know Is meerly what they to the Gazet owe. Give me the MAN that without let or stay O're all the World eternally does stray Terra del Fogo or Incognita Who without fear or wit his Iourney takes Thro' Fenns and Boggs rough Seas and burning Lakes Mountains and Deserts frigid torrid Zones Heaven Earth and Hell like famous Captain Jones Leaving unsearcht no corner nook or crevise Out-acts out-rambles Quixote Guy or Bevis And by his own Authority can tell Tales far more strange and more incredible And has the Knack when all his Labour 's done To cram 'em in a Book and make 'em known Fearless Assays to show himself in Print For a stupendious bold Itinerant Wherefore did Nature first create Mankind Or for what other task were we design'd If not to Ramble up and down to view Her mighty Works and wonder at 'em too Hence 't was when Adam like a stupid drone Thought to inhabit Paradise alone An Angel streight a flaming Whip apply'd to lash the Lazy Humour from his Hide From his lov'd Ease the idle Wight he drove And forc'd him wildly round the World to rove His strapping Bride and he abroad did trudge it Like stroling TINKER with his Dog and Budget And his renowned SON who bravely durst Sin on when he had seen his Father Curst An everlasting Vagabond was grown And Rambled up and down to make it known Publisht his Deeds in every place he came As you my FRIEND are doing now the same What were those celebrated Names of old Of which loud Fame has such strange Storys told Nay what is Madam Fame her very self But a meer Gypsie and a Rambling Elf Caesar and Pompey Alexander too What were they all but Rambling Sparks like you The first whereof has the same Measures took And of his Gallick Rambles made a Book Nay what was the stern Thunderer on high But an Erratick Rambling Deity Thro' each Caelestial Chamber did he strole And Ransackt every Corner every Hole
Rambling to quench his Flames from place to place And stockt his Heaven with a Bastard-race Rumag'd Alcoves and all their Beds defil'd 'Till all th' immortal Females were with Child What was his SON the great Alcides too But a meer Rambler like the wandring Iew About the World the mighty Lubbard strol'd In dull complyance to the heavenly Scold 'Till Rambling in the dark his way he lost And almost knockt his Brains out 'gainst a Post Which now to make amends and raise his Fame Posterity has honour'd with his Name Nothing in Nature's fixt and stedfast found But all things run an endless Circuit round Heaven and Earth the Sun and Moon and Stars What are they else but Rambling Travellers And that bright Cup which does so gaily shine Did use to Ramble at their Feasts divine 'Till Jove did it in that high place bestow To light poor drunken Ramblers here below Then On brave John to end thy great intents Incourag'd by such glorious Precedents That Unborn Ages may thy Works applaud And spread thy Praises like thy Books abroad 'Till all Mankind by thy Example won Like Staring-Kine when with the Gad-fly stung Around the World from Post to Pillar run And by this strange Fantastick Reformation RAMBLING become the only thing in Fashion A RAMBLER Anagram by the Author RARE BLAMe THy stubborn Anagram Friend scorns to submit To all the little Rules of Sence and Wit â—pregnable while to it self 't is true â—e must divide before we can subdue â—onsence in Gobbets will the Reader choak â—hich easily slips down when chaw'd and broke â—or let false Criticks thy false spelling Blam â—ut know 't is all for th' sake of thy Rare Anagram Rare is thy Fortune Rare shall be thy Fame â—hô nibbling Envy thee unjustly Blame â—et them that Blame thee mend thee if they dare 〈◊〉 not ingeniously confess 't is Rare But if some Faults the rest seem to disgrace â—As there 's a Mole we know in Venus ' Face â—l Flesh must own that even those faults are Rare â—or any Flesh alive can Blame 'em there Those of thy Trade who now imploy themselves â—h ' honest noble Art of Dusting Shelves â—hô they mock thee and flout thee not a Pin for their Blame do thou care â—r thou gerst Mony by 't and sure that 's wondrous Rare TO My much Esteemed Friend Iohn Evander AUTHOR of this BOOK ENTITULED A Voyage round the WORLD WElcome dear Friend to me and England too Welcome as ever I have been to you Ulisses like at last return'd agen Tho' more than he thou Manners knowst and Men Altho' but Two-Years thou he rambled Ten. What 's the small Mediterranean he was tost on To the main Sea what 's Ithaca to Boston There needs 't is true no Bush for such rare Wine There needs no Band for a good Face like thine Yet will I throw my little Venture in My Drop into thy goodly Kilderkin And if my Verse Eternity can give As sure old Songs make Robin Hood to live 〈◊〉 strain my Muse and Conscience e're we part 〈◊〉 let thy Rambles have their due desert Ca'ndish and Drake rub off avauat be gone â— greater Traveller now 's approaching on 〈◊〉 for one way at once did well 't is true 〈◊〉 his Inventions far more strange and new 〈◊〉 once he forward goes and backwards too â—hilst his dull Body's for New-England bound â—is Soul in Dreams troâ—s all the World around 〈◊〉 Cunning Men and Conjurers use this Trade â—ho still as Stocks have Sea and Land survey'd â—or think he writes more than he saw thô he â—se Authors to refresh his Memorie 〈◊〉 Trav'llers have you know Authoritie 〈◊〉 Fame and thee as who dares doubt speak true â—o mortal Wight cou'd ever him out do â—o wandring Christian No nor wandring Jew â—esputius Madoc Cortes Captain Smith â—ithgow or whom Achates travel'd with â—hoever round the Earths vast Circle ran â—oryat or Cabot Hanno or Magellan â—y Horse or Foot or Ship how e're they 've gone â—hether Dutch Vander or Castilian Don â—one sure none over-went thee yet Friend John And see how on the Black'nd shore attends â—hy looseing Bark a shole of weeping Friends Weeping or what 's far worse the sad surprize And Grief for thy Departure froze their Eyes He that can cry or roar finds some relief But nothing kills like the dry silent grief But who can tell the mutual Sighs and Tears Husbandly manly Groans and gentle Wifely Fears Twixt thee and Iris at that fatal Tide Which did thâ— Knot of Heaven it self divide Oh! that I were an Husband for an hour â—or who can else describe Loves mighty power How sweet his Moments flow how free from strife When blest like thee Evander in a Wife But yet if dearer still Friends still must part They go but leave behind each others Heart Noâ— all the Love that Rambling cou'd inspire Not all his vigorous warmth and youthful Fire Couâ—d thaw Evander's Soul when she was gone How shou'd the Wax but freez without the Sun So Orpheus when his Lady downward fell When his sweet Spouse was left behind not well So screecht and on his Harp he play'd by turns So Orpheus then so now Evander mourns Now Neptune's foaming surges rave and boil While thou great Friend forsak'st our greater Isle Here may it stand just in the self-same place Here may it stand ' till thou hast run thy race With Blessings you forsake't althô it be Ungrateful Isle unkind untrue to thee A Place there is where vast Sea-monsters keep In the blew Bosom of the dreadful Deep Where watry Waves and boisterous Billows fight 'Till they almost strike fire in a Tempestuous Night Where surly Nereus sâ—owls and Neptune frowns In Sailors English and plain Prose The Downs Here did the Furies and the Fates combine To ruine all our Hopes dear Friend and thine For hadst thou perisht there without strange Grace America had never seen thy Face Now Tempests terrible around thee roll And wou'd have daunted any's but thy Soul The boisâ—erous surges toss thy Bark on high And with another Argo mawl the Skye Eternal Rambler whither art thou driven Since Earth's not wide enough thou 'lt travel Heaven â—f thou below so many Lands explore Sure thou 'lt above discover many more Secrets to all but one unknown before Survey'd at first by Mahomet on the back Of his good trusty Palfrey Alborack And when Dear Friend so near to bliss you be Remember Iris and Remember me Some hope Their earthly Learning they in Heav'n shall share But sure Friendship and Love will â—nter there But ah thou empty teazing Name Farewel That charms the Ship and down it sinks to Hell And wilt thou then thy third last Ramble make To the dark confines of the Stygean Lake Ben't Earth and Heaven enough that thou must go To view the Kingdoms of the World below Both of thy Pockets and thy self take care For sholes of Booksellers will scrape
Who ever heard of Armies against Armies there as in Rome Ierusalem Paris and many greater Cities that are old and big enough to have more wit Or to come nearer home do we use to quarrel for Shrieves Lord Mayors and Common-Council-men and call Thou Rogue and thou Fool No catch us at that and hang us Do but see how infectious these foul great places are There 's Branford now which one wou'd think were a peaceable dusty place enough and yet every body has heard of the three Kings of Brandford at one time O abominable and them whole Armies Incognito at Knightsbridg and the Hammersmith Brigade and I know not what whereas the oldest man in Graffham never remembers an Army there either Cognito or Incognito nor any other of their barbarous wicked ways nor ever knew above one King at a time since the Creation of the World though a parlous pestilent Fellow here that don't live very many Miles off wou'd perswade us simple Volk that we have got two Kings now one that has good handvast already and 'tother that must ha't when he can catch it but one 's enough at one time and God send we may have n'ere another this hundred year One Excellency more it has of which very briefly for for a word to the wise that is 'T is the birth-place of Evander And O that he cou'd but have â—â—aid there and they still been happy in one another Oh if kind Heaven had been so much my Friend To make my Fate upon my Choice depend All my Ambition I wou'd here confine And only this Elisium shou'd be mine See Reader what a value I have for it my Love to my Country even checks my Love to Rambling One tugs one way 'tother tugs 'tother as if I was tearing in pieces with wild-Horses And yet methinks at Graffham my dear Graffham I was ever Rambling 't was always new 't was a meer Map of Iris 't was 't was nay I can go no further And indeed all great generous Souls tho' they like the Sun have a kind aspect for all the World yet like him too they favour some beloved place more than others if they love their particular Parents their Countrey which is their Common Parent challenges too their love and in both Cases not only Gratitude and Interest but even Nature knits the bond and it must be a very high injury indeed if any at all which ought to dssolve the last tho the first should cease for as that witty Rogue Lucian the very Roger of his Age 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Not to venture any further in Greek lest I should slip in over head and ears before I 'm aware and then how shall I get out again The very Smoak of our own Countrey is more dear and looks brighter than the very Fire of another There 's Sence for ye now in English Greek and Latin or shall be before I 've done O Graffham Graffham I say still let all the World say what they will my Countrey is the best Countrey the sweetest Countrey the bravest rarest gaudiest Countrey all the World over Let the Laplander admire his own airy Fields and close Habitation which none but the Devil and he would dwell in I say give me Graffham let the French-man say Nature never made a Countrey so happy as his own Let him live upon Grapes and Frogs the Italian praise his Sallats and the Butter-box his Herring O but give me a Surloyn of Graffham Beef there 's Beef there 's Fat there 's Pig and Pork Cut and come again well there 's n'er a Great Turk of 'em all neither he at Constantinople nor t'other at Paris that lives half so well as our Church-Wardens of Graffham I know it never tell me it has not its fellow again Welsh-Leeks Irish-Potatas Cornish Fumades Scotch-Cakes Rocks Hills Mines Loughs and Bogs let 'em all â—ry their own is best I won't much quarrel with 'em for that so they 'll all confess mine is better Ay let 'em eâ—'e be all Vice-roys still so I 'm but Viceroy over ' em So noble was that Speech of a dying Hero I have always loved my Countrey much more than my Life So generous were the brave Old Romans so Fortunate withall they were indeed as Iuvenals says greatly of one of 'em Magni animi prodigi Even prodigal of their great Souls and lavish of their Lives perfect Evanders when their dear Countrey wanted ' em One Throwes himself amidst his Enemies t'other leaps headlong into the midst of a fiery Gulph Curtius all arm'd to the black breach did ride Where alas ah where shall we find the like now except at Graffham I can't hold in this Hand-Maid Muse I must get a Curb-bridle for her but she will run away with me upon this Subject and Good-b'uy Reader for you are n't like to set sight on me agen till the next Chapter Where are you all you mighty Sons of Fame Whose Deathless deeds secur'd your Deathless name Whose Memory spite of time and age survives Who when your Country askt 'em scorn'd your lives Liv'd you alone in Monkish Tale and Fable At good K. Arthurs Court and fam'd round Fable Or will not Agincouâ—t and Cresny tell What groveling Conquer'd France then knew too well When a small Troop of English Hero's stood Half drown'd both in their own and Enemies blood Whilst the thick slain Carcasses that floated there Like Bridges them to Victory did bear O Courey Talbot Englands pride and Love Cou'd you look down from your blest Seats above Whose Looks whose Names when them they saw and fear'd Their Armies and their very Champions scar'd Cou'd you look down from that calm blissful place On a degenerate curst apostate race Who wou'd for an old rotten Idol sell To France their Bodies and their Souls to Hell How wou'd you blush lest it shou'd there be known And hardly now your once-lov'd Country own But then a far more pleasing Glance bestow Vpon your fellow-Conquerors below There Fate draws near and now he lands and now Kneels on the Shore and pays his second vow There there he charg'd and shook the trembling ground With sweat and dust and blood encompass'd round See Courey see to well known Bogs they run The Birds abscond before the rising Sun See Talbot see thy Country-men advance Their conquering Standards on the Shores of France Now a fit match for England strong and prov'd While Europes groans for vengance call aloud O happy he who their curst Fields shall burn Shall bloâ—d for blood and fire for fire return The God-like-man shall crush that hellish crew Shall raise th' opprest the oppressors shall subdue He happy too who there with crowds opprest Shall lay his honourable Bones to rest Or he who o're a Breach or Bulwark flies Shoots Death amongst 'em all and conquering Dies CHAP. V. A little more of Rambling in general School-Rambles and my being in danger two or three times of Rambling out of the World I Say
brisk as old Aeson when he had cast his Skin and grew as fresh as a Chrysom Child tho' past fourscore and seventeen last Midsummer On a double account I now came into a new World being little acquainted with the old one before and what small acquaintance I had in so fair a way of leaving it When I once came abroad agen and was employ'd in the Town about my Masters business more frequently than formerly being now Head-prentice and deliver'd from that worst part of my doom nothing in the World being a greater Curse to a man of my Spirit than to be a Servant of Servants I fell into acquaintance about Town saw the Humours on 't and found enough to make me hate some things and be cautious of others This added to what I formerly knew and wou'd ha' told you before had not Sickness chopt in between I have here left for the benefit of the World and of you in particular my dear Well-beloveds the hopeful London Prentices from Temple-bar to Aldgate as you 'll find in the following Chapters CHAP. V. Of Atheists and other Fools or Knaves of that nature NO sooner one Munday Morning had my Master sent me out with a Note into Duck-lane but who shou'd I meet with at the turning down Shoemakers-Row but a young Spark of my Acquaintance formerly my School-feâ—low some years before me advanced to London and placed by his careful Father Apprentice to one Mr. A at the Sign of the not far from the sound of Bow-Bell He appear'd extreamly brisk and gay profess'd himself heartily glad he had lit so luckily on his old Acquaintance and invited me to a Glass of Wine at the Queens-Arms and Fountain which being then in haste and my Master expecting me back agen having business himself abroad I durst not accept but promised soon to steal an Opportunity to enjoy his good Company We went chatting along together for two or three streets talking of old Stories and Acquaintance several of whom he named to me and where they lived withal adding they and much other excellent Company were to meet at such a Tavern as well as I can remember at such a distance 't was the Nag's-Head in Cheap-side that very Evening whither if I could possibly steal time from my business he 'd engage I should be very welcom pressing me very earnestly this being the first time he had the happiness to meet me in Town not to refuse his Invitation Being not unwilling I must confess to see the humours of the Town as well as my old Acquaintance and not willing to disoblige this Person with whom I had formerly contracted a great intimacy I promis'd him if I could possibly get leave of my Master I 'd not fail meeting him at the time and place appointed I perceiv'd indeed he smiled something scornfully when I mention'd asking leave and from that time began a little to suspect him tho' his way lying different from miue we then immediately parted In the Evening according to our assignation I told my Master I had met some of my Acquaintance whom I hâ—d not seen for several years and â—equested his leave to give them a visit for an â—our or two it being in the long Winter nights â—nd Shops shut early This he did not refuse but withal oblig'd â—e to have a care of ill Company the ruin of â—hree quarters of the World and to be sure not to â—â—ay out late which he 'd by no means endure Modestly thanking him for his good Adâ—ice and promising to regard that and keep within the compass as to time away I went to â—he place I told ye of But Heavens what a Hell did I see and hearas â—oon as I enter'd 'T was not now more than Seâ—en a Clock and yet one good half of the Compaâ—y whither my Acquaintance whom I ask'd for â—at the Bar conducted me were as Drunk as Brandy or Claret could make 'em and the other half employing that little sense they had â—in Volleys of Curses and Oaths Stepping back â—gen over the Threshold as one who treads on a Snake Is this said I to him who was introducing me the good Company you promis'd to bring me to Why they seem fit Company for none but themselves or Devils As I was going forwards and backwards at once he stopt me in both motions and half by force half by perswasion got me in among 'em laughing aloud at my ignorance and squeamishness and telling me I should shortly be one of them and as mery and wicked as the best Iust such a tender-hearted Fool was I cryes he who brought me thither when I first came to Town nay continued in the same fine precise humour till I was almost pointed at as I pass'd the streets till honest Iack here took pains with me â—nd with the help of some of this good Company soon made me as brave a Fellow as the beâ—â— of ' em What I warrant you says another this pooâ— fresh-water Soldier is afraid of enquiring into the Till and cheating his Master and durst not swear or whore though you 'd make him an Alder. man But we must bear with him and remember what we once were our selves I could hold no longer to hear 'em talk at thaâ— lewd rate my blood boyl'd my heart trembled and I hardly had the courage or patience to answer 'em doubting whether I was fallen among a crew of Devils or mortal Creatures You were once Men said I but now I question of what Species I ought to name ye for there are othâ—â— Beasts go upright as well as you which yet is more than I see most of the Company here can do They 'd let me go on no further but instead of being angry as I expected fell all into a loud and most profuse laughter reiterating the same iâ— several volleys and not permitting me to insert a word between Till at last when they were weary he who introduced me lookt wistly in my Face and askt me very seriously But Evander are you really of this mind Is not the taste of Mothers-milk yet off your tongue and d' ye think it such a hainous thing to be Drunk as you pretend you believe it What a deal of sour Religion and Vertue you yet pretend to carry about you as if there were any real Evil in being merry with a Friend giving Nature a Fillip as you see we do here and enjoying our selves as well as our Masters do theirs What hurt did that charming Bottle there ever do that you should so severely hold forth against it And why mayn't we forget our Troubles and make the tedious seven Years roll as glibly on as possible since as the Poet The Wheel of Life no less will stay In a smooth than rugged way And why shou'd n't we drink as well as all Nature the Sea the Air the Sun the Earth the Birds and very Beasts themselves to whom your grave side of the World so often compare us And
liv'd in Loudon a Sect of persons pretending to perfection and perpetual Virginity all their Love being Angelick without the least mixture of Matter tho betwixt different Sexes every one having their particular Friend Thus things continu'd for some Months they admiring their own Purity and Sanctity above all Mankind when behold unluckily several of the Virgins began to burnish and thrive amain and at the usual time to the amazement of all the Society this their pure Friendsh sent several living Babes into the World After which they were forc'd to drop their Principles and be content with matrimonial Purity instead of that virginal one to which they at first pretended Love is the Greensickness in men it makes 'em stark mad for Toys and Trifles as Women are for Playster and Oatmeal Now you know what Love is I 'll tell you what 't was I lov'd She was indeed a Non-parel a She-Phoenix a half-Iris a Match for Evander Admir'd Mrs. Rachel thou Paragon of Beauty and Virtue Roses Stars â—allys Pinks Rubies Pearls and Violets nay more to make use of Similies at that time nearer to the purpose and more upon my Heart Rost-beef Mine'd-pies Gammon of Bacon Bottl'd-ale Foot-ball and Cricket-play For thy dear sake I cou'd neither eat Rost-beef mawl Minc'd-pies guzzle Plumb-porridge take the Ball a Hand-kick as high as Bow-steeple Balcony nor play at Cricket any more than a Trap-stick I lookt like a Mome a meer Ninny as I may say in Modesty and dared not so much as squint in the â—lasses as I went by the Cabinet-makers in Cheapside lest I shou'd discover a pair of Ears starting out of my Head two or three handfuls beyond the Standard and then out of indignation fall a breaking the Glasses and have ten pounds to pay for my Afternoons Ramble The truth is most of her Rubies and Pearls were those of her Teeth and Lips and she wore more sparkling Diamonds in her Eyes than either on her Fingers or in her Cabinet Her Estate I must confess was somewhat like a Mole-hill on the Globe of the Earth like Great Brittain in the Map when the Grand-Signior clapt his Thumb upon 't or all that Grecian's vast Estate and spacious Demeans which fill'd not so much as one single Line in the Description of the Globe In a word had she much or had she little I admir'd her I ador'd her I rav'd stamp'd storm'd fretted fumed foamed and wanted nothing but a Chain a Grate and a Truss of Straw to have made me as mad as any in Bedlam Ah! thought I with my self wou'd this dear Creature but love me I shou'd be as good a man as my Master a happier person than King Caesar and as magnificent as Heliogabalus no I shou'd never cease loving her or love her less 't is impossible had I her I shou'd not be content tho I went a begging with a wooden Dish and Leg and not feast tho I eat nothing but Sparibles and Pebble-stones Then wou'd I fall a rhyming for that 's the infallible Token of a true Stanch Fallback-fall-edge-Lover I robb'd all Sternhold and Hopkins of their Flowers and made Posies like any Firz-bushes not for their roughness but sweetness and largeness some of which here follow O Rachel dear attend and hear The words that I do say My plaints eke heed so mayst thou speed For ever and for ay My Heart is broke by Love's fell stroke My head also likewise I will maintain that I am slain By thy dead-doing Eyes Then put thy fist if that thou list Out of thy poke so kind And when I 'm dead pull off my Head Or I will look thee blind Now you steer and snicker Mr. Reader because to show the Sweepingness of my Genius I condescend to this humble sort of Poetry I 'll have you to know this was one of my first Essays but like one truly inspir'd as if I had undoubtedly wash'd my Lips in the Caballine Fount I immediately mounted to the very top of Parnassus grew a meer Adept in a twinkling and was most intimately acquainted with all the Sylphs and Gnomes call'd by the Ancients Nymphs and Demi-gods and Muses who taught me the true galloping Pindarick in which as if Pindars Soul had crept into Evander not Horace he thus fell a courting his Mistress tho in their way forgetting what he 's about rambles to a Tale of a Cock and a Bull and scarce says one word of her In imitation of Horace Book 2. Ode 20. NON usitatâ nec temui ferar Penna No Sternholds or Hopkinsian strain My buskin'd Muse Henceforth will use We such low thoughts disdain Biformis per liquidum aethera Vates A Bookseller and Poet too Nor Earth nor Heaven such wonders saw before Nor shall do more Tho strange 't is true Neque in terris morabor Longius invidiaque major Vrbes relinquam What shall I longer stay below Vngrateful London what wilt thou prepare What offers to detain me there If that e'nt fair hang fair E're I from thee and Envy go Non ego pauperum Sanguis parentum non ego quem vocas Dilecte Mecenas Obibo Nec Stygiâ cohibebor undâ Mistake me not I 'm now no more That Rambling poor Foot-post I was before Not that dark Wight that nameless Man His Father call'd dear John with his dear Nan Nor think I 'll still keep trotting here To Paul's Church-yard or th' Auctioneer Nor will I wade the Kennels thro' And spoil new Hose and handsom Shoe Jamjam residunt cruribus asperae Pelles album mutor in alitem Superne nascunturque leves Per digitos humerosque Plumae Tentoes farewel I 'm chang'd into a Fowl Some call a Goose but most an Owl I feel I rising feel from Rump to Crown My harsh black Hair melt to soft snowy Down And I have Goose-Quils of my own Then I rambled from Horace My Body a pick-pack on my Soul Rambles to view the spangl'd Pole Rambles a-round to search my Dear Vnwearied Walks from Sphere to Sphere Knocks at each door and asks Is Rachel here With Legs for Oars th' aetherial Waves I plough My Wings spread wide the Sails unfurl'd Now now just now I scamper away through the Fields of the Air to the End of the World There 's Flame there 's Salt Air and Spirits and all the four Elements together Show me such another Translation Application Improvement and all that and I 'll sell you my Skull to make a Close-stool of and use it as the King of the Lombards did for a Cawdle-Cup after you have done with'â— And then for Prose-Love I believe I went as far as any Man stabbing dying groaning hanging I made nothing of 't was my daily Employment and Recreation and I cou'd at last eat Knives or Rats bane as fast as a Jugler I grew careless toward any thing else I could neither see hear taste smell nor understand any thing in the world but what related to my charming Rachelia as I
Of what Age is the Mogul What 's become of Teckely How fares all the Englishmen in those Parts Where lyes Prince Waldeck's Forces Of what Colour is the Great Cham's Beard What Tydings of Tyrconnel And such a Tempest of Inquisition that it almost shakes my patience in pieces To â—ase my self of all which I am forc'd to set Pen to Paper and let the several Volumes of my Rambles talk whilst I take my ease with silence which though they prove like a pratling Gossâ—p full of many words to small purpose yet this I 'll fay for this Third Volume That it is my Son Then shou'd I not be an hard-hearted Brute of a Father if I could be so cruel as to send him into the wide World without speaking so much as one good word for him and contains A Continuation of several rare Adventures relating to my Seven Years Prenticeship Philaret's Friendship A Countey-Life and my Project of Girdling the World c. able to make you smile away an hour or two under the greatest pressures either of Body or Mind and will as the learned S d has it Cure every curable Disease Now if this Volume alone will do such Wonders what think ye will the whole Work perform when finisht secing `twill contain A Little Library Or Compleat Help to Discourse upon all Occasions By the help whereof you may cross Rivers without Boat or Bridge boundless Seas without Ships and climb up Mountains without pains and go down without danger â—econcile the Future and the Present Tense see Asia in England Travel the Holy-Land and go to the Holy War with Mr. Fuller see the brave Baker defending Derryâ— the valiant Grafton beating the Irish the Electoral Princes storming Mentz and Bonn see the Grand Signior in the Seraglio Infallibility in his Grandeur and C bussing his Toe and with the wandring Knight Sir Francis Drake put a Girdle round the World On which daring Advenâ—ureâ— Wit thus pleasantly deâ—â—ants Drake who th`encompass'd Earth so fully knew And whom at once both Poles of Heaven did view Shou'd Men foget thee Sol câ—uld not forbear To Chronscle his Fellow-Traveller Would you see the Wars and Actions of the Roman Emperors you may here see them trend the Singe again with less cost and hazard than at first You may by the study of these Rambles live in all Ages see Adam in Eden sayl with Noah in the Ark sit and consâ—lt with Julius Caesar converse with Sâ—necâ— Plutarch and Horace conferr with all the wise Phâ—losophers go to School at Athens and with a free access hear all Disputes Thus Friend you see I make bold to imitate one Alexander of Greece who still as he went Dragooning about the World de scribed the Wandrings and as it were the Tom Coriatilm of his Expeditions But what need I go so far as Macedonia for a Pattern seeing we have so many Precedents at home One tells us in Octavo That he has been in Turkey another That he has been at Rome a third that he has bin in France And doâ—â—tless you my Friend will e`re long be telling the World 〈◊〉 Folio of your Travels to Hambrough Veâ—ice Japan and Greenland When a Fellew as the Wallagrophist further observes in his Britton delcrib`d hath a Maggoâ— in his Fate or a Breeze in his Tail that he cannot fix long in a place Or perhaps when he hath entituled himself by some Misdemeanors either to the Pillory or Gibbet to disinherit himself of his deserved right he â—â—irts into Holland or is transported into some Foreign Countrey where conversing a little while he thrusts into the World The History of his Adventures he varnisheth over his Banishment with the name of Travel and stiles that his Recreation which was indeed his Punishment and so dignifies a Ramble by the name of a Journey He tells what Wonderments have surprized him what fragments of Antiquity have amazed him what Structures have ravisht him what Hills have tired him In a word he is big with Descriptions and obliges you with the Narrative of all his Observations and Notices Seeâ—g every one almost that hath but untruâ—sâ—d in a Foreign Countrey will have his Voyage recorded and every Letter-Carrier beyond Sea would be thought a Drake or a Candish I thought with my self why may not I have the liberty of relating my Rambles and of communicating my Observations to Mankind It is sâ—id that Onme tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci If that be not done here yet it is an Essay of that kind being a mixture wherein with great variety things highly and daily useful aâ—e interwoven with delghtful Observations Now Friend if you by reaping in few Minutes the fruits of many Hours Travel shall receive any content I shall not only be satisfied for this but encouraged for a Fourth Volume and for ever to remain Your obliged Friend and Fellow-Traveller KAINOPHILVS A VOYAGE Round the World OR A Pocket-Library VOL. III. CHAP. I. Being a Continuation of several rare Adventures relating to ' Vander's Prenticeship impossible to be left out But first to the purpose Here Page bring me a Brimmer So so now I can write Rambles agen I 'M here to tell the Reader That the greedy World being in Post haste for the Second Volume of my Life I had not time to finish the Adventures of my Seven Years Prenticeship I shall therefore add what was wanting upon that Subject in this Third Volume as also several other things impossible to be left out and so reserve my Rambles a Wiving and the other things promised in the last Volume for the Subâ—ect Matter of another Book The continued History of my Life needs no preambulatory Discourses to render it Charming For 't is supposed the French Dutch Italians and in a word almost all Nations will welcome me into their Language The nicest Criticks allow me to be a pleasant Fellow and judge my Adventures may be read with as much Edification as my Countrey mens Nobs or the celebrated Dreamer of Bedford I am no such Fool to fight with a Windmill or take a Flock of Sheep for a mighty Army All my Conflicts in Youth were with my hard Fortune against which it becomes every wise Man to combat If a Man wants diversion and be out of humour he need only read my Dialogues with Philaret and Iris to put him into a fit of laughter But whither do I Ramble from my Subject of ' Prenticeship But Reader I hope you 'll exâ—use it in me seeing when at any time I go out of my way 't is rather upon the account of License than Over-sight For as I told you at first my Subject is Rambling and therefore is it that I suffer the least sudden Thought or extravagant Fancy to lead me ten twenty nay sometimes â—n hundred Pages out of my way And to confess the truth I have got such a trick of making Digressions that I find it is hardly possible for me to
met with this Life but as an Earnest of the happier to come Certainly she never read of a Vertue which she did not forthwith put into act No greater Blessing could to Mortal fall I now methinks am Caesar Cresus all That we can happy or delightful call Had the Great Conqu'ror reacht the British shore And his victorious Arms had triumph'd o're This World of Bliss he ne're had wept for more A minute in her company entertains me with an age of Pleasure When I have it which is â—sually eight hours a day it puzzles my Soul to find subject for another Wish or to think of a Happiness that I do not enjoy 'T is all the Sweets of Life I have the Universal Globe in having Iris and in her company can sit and scorn the Splendour of a Crown And therefore my Body shall be hers and so intirely hers that never any but her self shall have part therein She shall not need to watch over my Fidelity because I shall be more jealous thereof than she can and if I should chance to offend therein my hand shall prevent both the Laws of God and Man in the revenge of so great a wrong And if Death permits me to survive her be assured that even to 〈◊〉 very Ashes I will keep a Body pure and 〈◊〉 inviolable for Separation shall never 〈◊〉 place in our Union which is too great to 〈◊〉 exampled Iris. Hold Vander or you 'll make me blush my self to death But know if you 're real I am resolved that Winters chilling Storms nor Summers scorching â—eat attended with the sharp contests of Poverty shall never part us Death it self in all its dismal 〈◊〉 is not of force to shake my fix'd determination Were all the Floods the Rivers and Seas that with their crooked arms embrace the Earth betwixt us I 'd â—ade through all and meet thee Were all the Alps heap'd on each others head were Pelion joyn'd to Oâ—â—a and they both thrown on Olympa's top they 〈◊〉 not make so high a Wall but I would scale 〈◊〉 find thee Vander. Iris thy singular kindness puts me in mind of Queen Elenor who accompanied her Husband Edward I. to the Holy-Land in which Voyage he being stabb'd by a Saracen with a poyson'd Dagger when no Medicine could extract the Poyson she did it with her Tongue licking daily while her Husband slept his rankling Wounds whereby they perfectly closed and yet her self received no harm So sovereign a Medicine said Speed is a Woman's Tongue anointed with the vertue of lovely Affection Pity it is faith Mr. Fuller such a pretty Story should not be true because then we might hear of one Woman's Tongue that hath done good But Iris you yet are young and have not â—â—rugled with Misfortunes nor contended with the World and therefore know not of what force they are consider how the tender Iris iâ— she Ramble with me as she says she will must be often forced to make the Ground her Bed and underneath some spreading Tree lye stretched exposed to all the injuries of Weather whâ—â—â— soft sleep flies from her careful Breast and she with sighs and groans is forc'd to wound the murmuring Air. Iris. If upon some bleak Mountains top whose covering is Snow and Globes of solid Ice where Winters lasting Tyranny still reigns you should be forced to make your Bed I 'd there repose This Arm should be your Pillow whilst your Iris your obedient Iris froze to your side witness the two hundred Garden Walks which surely you han't forgot Vander. Could you do this Yet think again and well consider that many sad Accidents may attend me in Travelling which you think not of and I may soon be summon'd to the Grave and should you be left alone in a strange Land and far from your Relations meet with much contempt and scorn abroad then will be the time of your repentance then you 'll blame that ill-starr'd day you left your Countrey and Friends for the company of Vander. Iris. Let not that trouble my Dear at all for when unfriendly Death with his cold Icy hand shall grasp your Life I 'll mourn much like a Widow-Turtle till in floods of swelling Grief I 'm wasted to Eternity and then our Bodies shall not be disjoyned but in one Grave we 'll lye till our returning Souls shall wake the drowsie courses and hand in hand we take our way to Heaven Vander. Can there be such constant Faith in Woman O thou Glory of your Sex let me revenge of so great a wrong And if Death permits me to survive her be assured that even to her very Ashes I will keep a Body pure and Troth inviolable for Separation shall never have place in our Uâ—â—â—on which is too great to be exampled I am reâ—â—lved that Winters chilling Storms nor Summers scorching heat attended with the sharp contests of Poverty shall never part us Death it self in all its dismal shapes is not of force to shake my fix'd determination Were all the Floods the Rivers and Seas that with their Crooked arms embrace the Earth betwixt us I 'd wade through all and meet her Were all the Alps heap'd on each others head were Pelion joynd to Ossa and they both thrown on Olympa's top they shou'd not make so high a Wall but I would scale and find her If upon some Mountains top whose covering is Snow and Globes of solid Ice she should be forced to make her Bed I 'd there repose this Arm should be her Pillow whilst Vander shivering Vander froze to her side And when unfriendly Death with his cold Icy hand shall grasp her Life I 'll mourn much like a Widow-Turtle till in floods of swelling Grief I 'm waâ—ted to Eternity and then our Bodies shall not be disjoyned but in one Grave we 'll lye till our returning Souls shall wake the drowsie Courses and hand in hand we take our way to Heaven But so much for a Parenthesis of about three Pages Return we now to my Life agen wherein not a line have I written but has need of Correction or at least an Ocean of penitent Tears And therefore how glad should I be could Time unweave my Age again to the first thread that so once more being made an Infant I might be a better Husband of those golden hours that like a Bird from the Hand of the Owner are now vanisht out of sight I am thus free in accusing my self believing what Quarles says He that Confesses his Sin begins his Iourney towards Heaven he that is Sorry for it mends his pace he that Forsakes it is at his Iourneys end But alas Semel insanivimus omnes And we daily see the Life of the most precise amongst us is but one continued Blot we may see folly attending the wisest of Men and perhaps even at that very instant too when they would eagerly perswade us to follow their dictates at the same time they grow Cinical and morose and the Tub
had more Money going out of it than I brought into it and so I merrily rode on â—o Weston Here my jaded Beast gave up the Ghost it was time for us to part for we were both weary of one the other The Monies that I had here borrowed was just enough to procure me the sight of another but exceeding different from the former as the one was exceeding dull and heavy this was all air and fiery However that I might not be laught at I adventured to cross his back but I was scarce settled in the Saddle when this understanding Beast knowing by my sitting him that he had a foolish and unskilful Governor to deal withal grew head-strong flew away with me like Lightning for my part I thought I had got the Devil between my legs and that I was riding Post upon some bellish Design I knew quickly whom I had to deal withal a thing that would have his will and therefore thought it a piece of imprudeâ—ce to curb his extravagant running knowing well that that pace would not last always I gave him his head let him go which way and as fast as he pleased in truth he was 〈◊〉 acquainted with the Road than his Master and would not be perswaded out on 't by any such ignorant Hawl-bowling as my self That night my Horse and I for I must give his Horseship the preheminence came to Resbrow seven miles distant from my Journeys end entring the Town he went directly to his Inn and was known to the Hostler calling him by some familiar term I know not what now and askt me whether the Horse was mine I replied that he was so and why shoâ—ld not I own him since he intitled me by running away with mâ— not I with him and since by an unexpected chance I had a benefit thrown into my hands I was resolved to make use of it and so I did for the next day very early I rode away with him for Tonsa where my Father liv'd his heat and fury by this time were pretty well qualified and I could ride him then my own pace whereas before I would willingly have condescended to have had a Leg or an arm brokâ— to have secured the Bone of my Neck And certainly I shall never forget with what a complemental fear I embraced my Horse's Neck committing the protection of all my Limbs to several Supporters but my Legs wholly to my Stirrups I went on now in my Progress as the day before Then began a showr of Tears to fall from my Eyes considering how I had left my Master lamenting my Loss and fearing what fatal courses I might take It was no less trouble to me to think that I had nothing still but Hazel and Brambles to address my self to for the appeasing of an hungry Stomach Now methoughts I began to loath my afore-named Manna Blackberries Nuts Crabs Bullice c. and longed to taste of the Flesh-pots again but not a bit could I yet get but what the Hedges afforded me All day I thus wandred about not daring to come near any Town having had such bad success hitherto And now Night came on agen which put me in mind of procuring a Lodging somewhat warmer than the last A Barn presently offered it self to my â—ight which I accoâ—ted and without delay or fear entred into the Inchanted Castle where I found Accommodations for the most faithful and valiant Spaâ—k that ever strode Saddle for Lady's sake Here might I take my choice of variety of fresh Straw but my weariness would not permit me to complement my good fortune one jot and so I tumbled over head and ears By that time the Morning was two hours old I was again on another Ramble travelling now with a speed that shewed I rather used Wings than Legs All things in Nature the nearer they come to the Centre the quicker they are in their Motion so much as a Hackney-Iade whose Ribs would be dear at Three-pence a side if he have any dormant mettle left when he comes near to his home he will both prick up his ears and mend his pace And now Heavens keep me moderate lest excess of Ioy should â—akâ— my Vertue less Reader you are now to suppose me within sight of my Father's House which as soon as e're I saw Oh how did my Blood frisk and caper in every Vein Oh the Oceans of Delight that now flow'd within me I seem'd even ruin'd with Transport and undone with Pleasure my Breast was too narrow to contain my Ioys And doubtless the weary Seaman who after a tedious Voyage descries the Land at last For whose glad sight he gets the Hatches under And to the Ocean tells his Ioys in thunder never ey'd the first glimpse of shore on the top of his trembling Mast with half that pleasure I enjoyed upon a fresh sight of my former home Being come into the Town where my Father liv'd how nimbly did I pass the streets while yet my Affections lacquey before me as being eager to hear what kind of Comment he would make upon this new Adventure Delays in great Expectations are killing 'T is perfect Hell that puts off for ever And now that I might out-brave all fears of a kind Reception as I rambled through the Garden leading to his House thus I argued with my self Why should I so much as dream of my Father's anger when I know he is subject and obnoxious to no body Who shall blame him if he receive me kindly or set limits to his Mercy Nay who can tell the measure of a Father's Bowels FATHER the very word has a tenderness in it and is full of all Pity and Love It may be there is irresistable Eloquence in the word Peccavi and the Spectacle but of one extravagant Action surely will have Rhetorick enough in it to carry a Cause where a Father is Iudge But admit he be so much provoked by my Childish Humours in leaving so good a Master that it should extinguish in him the peculiar Affections of a Father yet surely it can ne're destroy the common Passions of Humanity Mercy and Pity in which he ever delighted But say he should prove inexorable 't is because he loves me And surely that 's an obliging Quarrel whose only End is Friendship These discoursive Thoughts were no sooner vaniâ—ht but my next step brought me to my Father's door where being arriv'd resolving now to have an end of my Fears or my Hopes for delay is a cruel wrack and kills by peace-meals I knockt with a courage that loudly declared there was one at the door that was not afraid of being heard My Father by a wonderful accident hearing the noise sends no less Person than himself to see who was in such monstrous haste and opening the door his Heart not believing what his Eyes saw he startles back like one amazed And surely had I been a Messenger from the Man in the Moon or which is more frightful the pale Ghost of some
that have known the Truth Grace be with you Mercy and Peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God and of Iesus our Lord. I wish above all things that you may prosper and be in health even as your 〈◊〉 prospereth I have no greater joy than to hear that all the Lord's People walk in the power of Godliness shewing forth the Praises of him who hath called us out of darkness into his â—arvellous light It is true I have need to be more fully instructed of those who have attained unto a full age and by reason of use have their Senses exercised to discern both good and evil yet as one who hath obtained this grace of the Lord as to be faithful in a few things I shall not be negligent to put you in remembrance of these things though you know them and are established in the present truth That which the Lord expects at our hands is that we should walk worthy of him who hath called us unto a Kingdom that we should live unto the praise of his rich Grace who hath so freely poured out his Soul unto death for us Dying Love justly merits an humble lowly thankful and fruitful Conversation Truly we live in a crooked and perverse Generation Satan hath his Seat in every place great is the subtilty of Sin the deceitfulness of our own Hearts the power and malice of our spiritual Adversary It nearly concerns us therefore to give all diligence to make our calling and election sure before we go away from hence and be no more Aunt my continual and â—ervent desire is that we may be every day more and more enlightned into the depths of special and distinguishing love and that I may be helped forward in my Faith aâ—d Ioy in the Holy Ghost by your Experiences is the Prayer of Your affectionate Cousin Lydia C r. My love unto all my Cousins praying that they may be blessed with all spiritual Blessings in the common Saviour Mrs. Lydia C r's Letter to her Sister D w. Loving Sister D w THat we should exhort one another daily consider one another and provoke one another unto Love and good Works is the Exhortation of the Scripture and such Counsel as I desire might be written upon your heart and mine Sister you are now entred into the World with me but that an abundant entrance may be administred into the Kingdom of God unto us both that we may with Mary chuse the better part which shall never be taken from us that we may grow in Grace and in the Knowledge of Jesus Christ that we may not be weary of well-doing that we may approve our hearts unto God in all manner of holiness that we may be filled with Spiritual Graces suitable to our Relations and Conditions that we may persevere unto the end that we may have the sense of God's love kept alive and warm upon our hearts that we may bring forth much fruit proportionable to the precious enjoyments of Divine Mercy that we may make it our business to praise exalt and glorifie him who hath abundantly loved us in his Son that we may have a continual eye upon him who is the Authir and Finisher of our Faith that we may earnestly strive to attain unto the Resurrection of the Dead and that we may learn Christ love Christ and live Christ is the restless desire of Your very loving Sister Lydia C r. Your Husband and you shall not be forgotten by me in my pleadings at the Throne of Grace Farewell I had no sooner received these five Letters of my Mother's and promised my Father to observe his Orders about â—em but on I went in my Rambles again for London But verily Reader had you seen me before I was gotten fix yards on my way thither you 'd have thought I had mortgaged some of my Garments or that my Cloaths were some where in Trouble that I might still keep up the port of Travelling by Coach For the Petticoateers falling upon me and snatching one my Hat another my Cloak a third my Cane a fourth my Belt but not my Sword for to speak truth I had none and a fifth my Wig and 't was a favour believe it my Head escap'd they had almost reduc'd me to Primitive Innocence But at length getting clear of the Gypsies away I rambled again for London and getting into the Road I applied my self Citizen like to the out-side of my Beast a meagre and idolatrous Animal that did homage almost to every Stone he met with When I came to my Master's he receiv'd me with a sweetness peculiar to himself 'T is true he might have refus`d me for one inconsiderate Act and yet have been highly just but he being unwilling to screw up Iustice to the pitch of an Injury a temper proper to Brutes acts the part of a generous Man and welcomes his returning Prodigal How well I pleased him the remaining part of my Time may be guess'd at by my Father's Letter which he sent me two years after I was Bound which I 'll add here and with that conclude my Prenticeship Rambles My Father's Letter sent me two Years after I was Bound being the last I received from him Dear Child THY Master's Letter to me last Week gives me great encouragement to think that if please God I live I shall receive a great deal of comfort from thee He writes so fully that I profess I never read more written concerning any one in my life of thy Chearfulness Tractableness Industriousness willing to learn and obey of thy Truth and Honestly and especially of thy desire and endeavour to know and serve the Lord. Oh Child this good Character of theâ— is the most comfortable and reviving 〈◊〉 that I have taken all the time of my late and long 〈◊〉 I pray God continue thy good Râ—soâ—â—tions of 〈…〉 Masterâ—s 〈◊〉 Commendations of thee Now dear Child if thy deserts answer these Praises I shall not fear but I shall meet thee in Heaven hereafter though through my Corporaâ—â— Indisposition I fear I shall see thy face no more on Earth and in the new Ierusalem if thou diest in the Arms of Divine Embraces I shall see thee not disfigur`d with Pockholes but dignified with Celestial Glory And there wilt thou see thy own Mother's face who killed herself with excessive love to thee and who died praying so earnestly for thy Everlasting Salvation But I must subscribe in haste being much indisposed through a Cold I caught last Lord's-day in Preaching Your real loving Father Stil praying for the Welfare of your Soul and Body AMATUS ERRATA For Chap. IX X XI being those which next follow read Chap. II III IV. CHAP. IX An Account of Kainophilus's early love to Rambling The Reasons why he first surveyed England His Remarks upon it An Account of his Adventures into Buckingham Shire with what pass'd there His accidental meeting with Philaret on the Road. A Description of their Friendship Their pleasant Frollick of
Imperial Crown Here I observe the Lady Flora to cloath our Grandam Earth with a new Livery diaper'd with pleasant Flowers and chequer'd with delightful Objects there the pretty Songsters of the Spring with their various Musick seem to welcom me as I pass along the Earth putteth forth her Primroses and pretty Dayses to behold me the Air blows with gentle Zephyres to refresh me here I find such pleasure with a Gusto relevante that I could bid adieu to Alcinous Adonis and Lucullus Gardens and would not envy the Thessalians for their Tempe If I were Epicurus the Master of Pleasures I should wish to be all Nose to smell or else all Eyes to delight my sight If I lye under the protection of Heaven a poor Cottage for retreat is more worth than the most magnificent Place Here I can enjoy the riches of content in the midst of an honest poverty here undisturbed sleeps and undissembled joys do dwell here I spend my days without cares and my nights without groans my innocency is my security and protection Here are no Beds of State no Garments of Pearl or Embroidery no materials for luxury and excess the Heavens are my Canopy and the glories of them my Spectacle the motion of the Orbs the courses of the Stars and the wonderful order of Providence are my contemplation My Grotta is safe though narrow no Porter at the door nor any business for Fortune for she hath nothing to do where she hath nothing to look after Here I am delivered from the tumults of the World free from the drudgery of business which makes us troublesom to others and unquiet to our selves for the end of one appetite or design is the beginning of another I value Epicurus's 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 live closely beyond a Diadem and must say with Crates That Men know not how much a Wallet and security of Mind is worth A Beggar may be as magnanimous as a King for what can be greater or braverthan for a poor Man to live in contempt of the World This is the Way to Heaven which Nature hath chalked out and its both secure and pleasant there needs no train of Servants no pomp or equipage to make good our passage no money or letters of credit for expences upon the voyage but the graces of an honest mind will secure us upon the way and make us happy at our journies end Similis Captain of the Guard to Adrian the Emperor having passed a most toilsom life retired himself and lived privately in the Country for seven years acknowledging that he had lived only seven years and caused on his Monument to be engraven Hic jacet Similis cujus aetas multorum annorum fuit ipse septem duntaxat annos vixit You perhaps Readers have more Friends at Court than Kainophilus has a larger Train a fairer Estate and more illustrious Title but what do I care to be out-done by Men in some cases so long as Fortune is overcome by me in all Zeno hearing Theophrastus commended above any of the Philosophers for his number of Scholars It 's true said Zeno his Quire is larger than mine but mine hath the sweeter Voices so others may have more Lordships ample Possessions and larger Territories but I have the sweetest life because more retired Nothing comes amiss to me but all things succeed to my very wish there is here no wrangling with Fortune no being out of humour for Accidents whatsoever befalls me it 's God's pleasure and it 's my duty to bear it In this state I feel no want I am abundantly pleased with what I have and what I have not I do not regard so that every thing is great because it is sufficient What is all the Glory and Grandeur of the World or the great Territories in it to that happiness which I do now possess and enjoy The whole compass of the Earth to me seems but a Point and yet Men will be dividing into Kingdoms and Dominions King Philip receiving a fall in a place of wrestling when he turned himself in rising and saw the print of his Body in the Dust Good God said he what a small portion of Earth hath Nature assigned us and yet we covet the whole World For a Man to spend his life in pursuit of a Title that serves only when he dies to furnish out an Epitaph is below a wise Man's business To Seneca the whole compass of the Earth seem'd but a Point and all the greatness thereof only matter of sport If you look upon the brave Palaces renowned Cities large Kingdoms you may compare them to those little Houses of Sand or Dirt made by Children for their Entertainment which Men stand by and laugh at How ridiculous then are the Titles as well as the Contests of Mortals Such a Prince must not pass such a River nor another Prince those Mountains and why do not the very Pâ—smires canton out their Posts and Jurisdictions too For what does the bustle of Troops and Armies amount too more than the business of a swarm of Ants upon a Mole-hill Alas where is Xerxes's Army now Can they now walk in Battle array or thunder about their Tombs Walking 'tother day through Fleet-street I will have the Wall cry'd one Yea said I take the House too if you can agree with the Landlord I confess I had a months mind to draw but upon kinder thoughts to my self and out of meer compassion to a tender Carcass I began to remember that Honour would not fetch me to life again Alas Reader I would not be kill'd to be Lord Mayor of the City of London and that the punctilio's of Birth were not worth a Duel I therefore recommended the Safety of my Body to the Protection of my Feet and fairly left Mr. Huff to enjoy his humour And to speak the truth the Scene of all the most important Actions here below where both at Sea and Land we tug and scuffle for Dominion and Wealth is but a very Trifle My good Friend the King of France enquiring where Holland was in the Map was desired to remove his Thumb that hid it which made him break forth into wonder at its narrow extent and large bustle it kept in the World Holland is scarce a Thumb's breadth and the Universe little more then what a poor Ambition is it to be the Greatest Man in a City What 's a City to a Shire What a Shire to the whole Island What this Island to the Continent of Europe What Europe to the whole Earth What that Earth to a Star the least of which if I may be believed is Eighteen times bigger than it What that Star to Heaven and that to the Heaven ofâ— Heavens And so by a Retrogradation how little how nothing is the poor Glory of the Greatest Monarch For within the hollow Crown that rouuds the mortal Temples of a King Death keeps his Court and there the Antique sits scoffing his State and grinning at his Pomp allowing
climbs the Ascent Curious to touch the Firmament But when with an unwearied pace Arriv'd he is at the long wish'd for place With sighs the sad defeat he does deplore His Heaven is still as distant as before And yet 't was long e're I could see This grand Impostor's frequent Treachery Tho often fool'd yet I should still dream on Of Pleasure in Reversion Tho still he did my Hopes deceive His fair Pretensions I would still believe Such was my Charity that tho I knew And found him false yet I would think him true Thrasonides a young Man of Greece having gained a Ladies Consent for Marriage refus'd to enjoy her that he might not as he said by Fruition quench and stupiâ—ie the unquiet Ardor with which he so pleas'd himself But whether do I ramble How many Miles alias Pages am I again out of my way Surely my Readers will think that I have forgotten my self or my End of coming to London But let them if they will for I 'le not trust my self here to the Heat that so noble a Subject inspires and shall therefore reserve it for the next Volume So that now Exit Bookseller and enter Author to act all the â—â—r Parts FINIS * In the History of Oxford-shire by Dr. Plot. * St. Ursula and the eleven thousand Virgins * Some o' th' Roy all Society * This POEM was directed to me in a Letter whilst I was Rambling through Holland in the Year 1686. * Ay Right Mr. Poet Let him Laugh that Wins * It is said of Ulysses Quoâ— mores hominum multorum vidâ— urbes Horat. de Arte Poâ—tica * According as 't is describ'd in the Frontispiece where you 'll find his last Ramble a Grave and the Author creeping into 't * M. G. * A pretty Figure whereby one species is put for all the rest †B. for C. a small Mistake 't was but the very next Letter * Small subintelligitur So 's that but the Rhyme requir'd it * Mr. Robert Foulks late Minister of Stanton-Lacy †I say they are as much design'd for this Man as that Man and that Man as this Man and disprove it if you can * Dr ke and il for that * Iefferys * Vid. Frontis of Creeches Horace †〈…〉 * Drake took his Voyage about the World Decemb. 13. 1577. †Tom â—oriat was a â—â—lly Traveller who in King Iames his time beat upon the Hooâ—â— about two or three thousand Miles and returned home as very a Coxcomb as he went out See his Travels call'd his Crudities a The place you first designed when we parted atâ— â—msterdam in 1â—86 * See Scotch Votes Numb 59. * See more of this in the Bishop of Worcester's late Sermon †Rachel for that * St. Austin himself had occasion enough to repent the Follies of his Youth for we read that in his tender years he robb'd Orchards kept Concubines fell in Love haunted Stage-Plays and went to Astrologers See his Confessions pag 76. †I was Bound on the 7th of December 1674. both by my Father's Consent and also to his Satisfaction * See his Essays lib. 3. pag. 48. * Iris. * See his Enchiridion †Caesar Pompey Hannibal and Alexander a This was a Saying of good Bishop Vsher. * Heraclitus * Think no Labour Slavery That brings in Penny savourly says old Tusser And there 's a great deal of gravy in those musty old Proverbs * His Bells Chym'd thus as he thought Turn again Whittington Lord-Mayor of London * Seneca Agamemnon * Venter non habet Aures says learned Nimshag an ancient Vtopian Philosopher in his Treatise of the Antiquity of Ginger-â—read lib. 7. pag. 300000000. * In spight of Goodman Lilly who says That Mars in the 8th House with the Head of the Dragon betokens that the Child then born shall be drown'd and not dye of a Roap * The place of Evander's Nativity * It seems he was a Shepherd by Profession * Little Missenden †Wallograph p 17. * The Lapper of his Shirt †Which he call'd his Afternoon's-Luncheon * Extremos currit mercator an Indos * Every Man to his Trade * A Town two Miles on this side my Father's House †Tonsa * For this was the last time I saw him alive †Lydiah C r. * As Friend Seneca hath it * Naturam expell as furca licet usque recurret Horace †Qâ—i mori didicit servire didicit saith Seneca He that hath learn'd to dye hath forgot to serve †See more of this Description in the Treatise called Wallagrophy for the Character there given exactly answers to these Cholsburians * Cowly Mutius * Evanders so much admired Food * To a little Village call'd Waterstock in Oxfordshire †Evander's Choice * To use the very words of a late Poet. * Cowly * Civil and complaisant †A rude ill bred Swine * They all retire with their whole Crew for other lodging * Randolph †Cowley †In Sion Garden * Fuller