The Pennyles Pilgrimage Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor

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That with good understanding bore my bag : And of good carriage he himself did show. These things are excellent in a beast you know. There in my knapsack, to pay hunger's fees I had good bacon, biscuit, neat's-tongue, cheese With roses, barberries, of each conserves, And mithridate, that vigorous health perserves : And I entreat you take these words for no-lies, I had good Aqua vita, Rosa so-lies : With sweet Ambrosia, the gods' own drink Most excellent gear for mortals, as I think.

Besides, I had both vinegar and oil. That could a daring saucy stomach foil. This foresaid Tuesday night 'twixt eight and nine, Well rigged and ballasted, both with beer and wine, I stumbling forward, thus my jaunt begun. And went that night as far as Islington. And for a sign, or wonder, hanged at door. Which shows a Maidenhead, that's kept so long, May he hanged up, and yet sustain no wrong. There did my loving friendly host begin To entertain me freely to his inn : And there my friends, and good associates, Each one to mirth himself accommodates.

At Well-head both for welcome, and for cheer. At Holywell I was enforced carouse. Ale high, and mighty, at the Blindman's House. But there's a help to make amends for all, That though the ale be great, the pots be small. At Highgate Hill to a strange house I went. And saw the people were to eating bent.

In either borrowed, craved, asked, begged, or bought. But most laborious with my teeth I wrought. Before the day he 11 often exercise. So I began to put in use, at first These principles gainst hunger, 'gainst thirst. Do call him Robin Pluto, or the devil. But finding him a devil, freely hearted. With friendly farewells I took leave and parted.

Two miles I travelled then without a bait, The Saracen's Head at Whetstone entering straight, I found an host, that might lead an host of men, Exceeding fat, yet named Lean, and Fen? And though we make small reckoning of him here, He's known to be a very great man there. There I took leave of all my company. Bade all farewell, yet spake to No-body. Good reader think not strange, what I compile.

For No'body was with me all this while. And No'body did drink, and, wink, and scink. And on occasion freely spent his chink. If anyone desire to know the man.

Walk, stumble, Trundle, but in Barbican. It is reasonable to conjecture that at this date the custom of " Swearing- in at Highgate was not in vogue— or, No-hody would have taken the oath. But leaving him unto his matchless fame, I to St. As many a Godly man they have so served Which unto them God's truth hath shewed ; Of such they have burned and hanged some. That uuto their ydolatrye wold not come : The Ladye Truthe they have locked in cage. Saying of her Nobodye had knowledge.

The jugs were filled and filled, the cups went round. And in a word great kindness there I found, For which both to my cousin, and his men, rU still be thankful in word, deed, and pen. My very heart with drought methought did shrink, I went twelve miles, and no one bade me drink.

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Which made me call to mind, that instant time, That drunkenness was a most sinful crime. When Puddle-hill I footed down, and past A mile from thence, I found a hedge at last. There stroke we sail, our bacon, cheese, and bread, We drew like fiddlers, and like farmers fed. And whilst two hours we there did take our ease.

Thus we our hungry stomachs did supply, And drank the water of a brook hard by. Away toward Hockley in the Hole, we make, When straight a horseman did me overtake, Who knew me, and would fain have given me coin, I said, my bonds did me from coin enjoin, I thanked and prayed him to put up his chink, And willingly I wished it drowned in drink. Taylor's Penniless Pilgrimage. A formal tapster, with a jug and glass, Who did arrest me : I most willing was To try the action, and straight put in bail, My fees were paid before, with sixpence ale.

To quit this kindness, I most willing am. I forward went in this my roving race. To Stony Stratford I toward night did pace. My mind was fixed through the town to pass. To find some lodging in the hay or grass, But at the Queen! Call Taylor, Taylor, and be hanged come hither, I looked for small entreaty and went thither. There were some friends, which I was glad to see.

Who knew my journey ; lodged, and boarded me. On Friday morn, as I would take my way, My friendly host entreated me to stay. Because it rained, he told me I should have Meat, drink, and horse-meat and not pay or crave. I thanked him, and for his love remain his debtor, But if I live, I will requite him better. From Stony Stratford the way hard with stones, Did founder me, and vex me to the bones. In blustering weather, both for wind and rain. We having fed, away incontinent.

With weary pace toward Daventry we went. Four miles short of it, one overtook me there, And told me he would leave a jug of beer. At Daventry at the Horse-shoe for my use. I thought it no good manners to refuse. But thanked him, for his kind unasked gift.

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Whilst I was lame as scarce a leg could lift, Came limping after to that stony town. Whose hard streets made me almost halt right down. There had my friend performed the words he said, And at the door a jug of liquor staid, The folks were all informed, before I came, How, and wherefore my journey I did frame.

Which caused mine hostess from her door come out, Having a great wart rampant on her snout. The tapsters, hostlers, one another call, The chamberlains with admiration all, Were filled with wonder, more than wonderful. As if some monster sent from the Moguls Some elephant from Africa, I had been. Or some strange beast from the Amazonian Queen.

As buzzards, widgeons, woodcocks, and such fowl. Do gaze and wonder at the broad-faced owl, Taylor's Penniless Pilgrimage. They drank of my beer, that to me was given. But gave me not a drop to make all even. And that which in my mind was most amiss. My hostess she stood by and saw all this.

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Had she but said, come near the house my friend, For this day here shall be your journey's end. Then had she done the thing which [she] did not, And I in kinder words had paid the shot. I do entreat my friends, as L have some If they to Dav entry do chance to come, That they will baulk that inn ; or if by chance, Or accident into that house they glance.

From thence that night, although my bones were sore, I made a shift to hobble seven miles more : The way to Dunchurch, foul with dirt and mire. Able, I think, both man and horse to tire. On Dunsmoor Heath, a hedge doth there enclose Grounds, on the right hand, there I did repose. Wit's whetstone, Want, there made us quickly learn, With knives to cut down rushes, and green fern. Of which we made a field-bed in the field. Which sleep, and rest, and much content did yield. There with my mother earth, I thought it fit To lodge, and yet no incest did commit : My bed was curtained with good wholesome airs.

And being weary, I went up no stairs : The sky my canopy, bright Phoebe shined Sweet bawling Zephyrvs breathed gentle wind. In heaven's star-chamber I did lodge that night, Ten thousand stars, me to my bed did light ; There barricadoed with a bank lay we Below the lofty branches of a tree. There my bed-fellows and companions were. My man, my horse, a bull, four cows, two steer : But yet for all this most confused rout.

We had no bed-staves, yet we fell not out Thus nature, like an ancient free upholster, Did furnish us with bedstead, bed, and bolster ; And the kind skies, for which high heaven be thanked, Allowed us a large covering and a blanket ; Auroras face 'gan light our lodging dark. We arose and mounted, with the mounting lark, Through plashes, puddles, thick, thin, wet and dry, I travelled to the city Coventry. Most friendly welcome, he me did afford, I was so entertained at bed and board, Which as I dare not brag how much it was, I dare not be ingrate and let it pass, But with thanks many I remember it, Instead of his good deeds in words and writ.

He used me like his son, more than a friend, And he on Monday his commends did send To Newhallj where a gentleman did dwell. There I was almost put unto my trumps. My horse's shoes were worn as thin as pumps ; But noble Vulcan, a mad smuggy smith. All reparations me did furnish with. The shoes were well removed, my palfrey shod, And he referred the payment unto God. He is said to have used in translation more paper and fewer pens than any other writer before or since, and who "would not let Suetonius be Tranquillus.

He made me welcome, for he knew my jaunt, And he did furnish me with good provant : He offered me some money, I refused it, And so I took my leave, with thanks excused it, That Wednesday, I a weary way did pass, Rain, wind, stones, dirt, and dabbling dewy grass, With here and there a pelting scattered village, Which yielded me no charity, or pillage : For all the day, nor yet the night that followed. One drop of drink Tm sure my gullet swallowed. At night I came to a stony town called Stone. Where I knew none, nor was I known of none : I therefore through the streets held on my pace.

Some two miles farther to some resting place : At last I spied a meadow newly mowed. The hay was rotten, the ground half overflowed : We made a breach, and entered horse and man, There our pavilion, we to pitch began, Which we erected with green broom and hay.

To expel the cold, and keep the rain away ; The sky all muffled in a cloud 'gan lower. And presently there fell a mighty shower. Which without intermission down did pour. From ten a night, until the morning's four. We all that time close in our couch did lie, Which being well compacted kept us dry. Talk-on- I began to grow choleric, and asked him could not talk, or tell me my way as well — I the hill ; at last I was resolved, that the was four miles off me, and that the C 14 Taylor's Penniless Pilgrimage.

I made a virtue of necessity, and went to breakfast in the Sun : I have fared better at three Suns many times before now, in Aldersgate Street, Cripplegate, and new Fish Street ; but here is the odds, at those Suns they will come upon a man with a tavern bill as sharp cutting as a tailor's bill of items : a watchman's-bill, or a welsh- hook falls not half so heavy upon a man ; besides, most of the vintners have the law in their own hands, and have all their actions, cases, bills of debt, and such reckonings tried at their own bars ; from whence there is no appeal.

But leaving these impertinences, in the material Sunshine, we eat a substantial dinner, and like miserable guests we did budget up the reversions.

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And now with sleep my muse hath eased her brain rU turn my style from prose, to verse again. That which we could not have, we freely spared, And wanting drink, most soberly we fared. We had great store of fowl but 'twas foul way And kindly every step entreats me stay. The clammy clay sometimes my heels would trip. One foot went forward, the other back would slip. But I, with many thanks, received ndther. And thus much without flattery I dare swear.

So from his inward mind continual springs Fruits of devotion, deeds of piety.

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Good hospitable works of charity, Just in his actions, constant in his word, And one that won his honour with the pword, He's no carranto, capVing, carpet knighfc But he knows when, and how to speak or fight, I cannot flatter him, say what I can. He's every way a complete gentleman, I write not this, for what he did to me.

But what mine ears, and eyes did hear and see, 1 6 Taylor's Penniless Pilgrimage. Nor do I pen this to enlarge his fame. But to make others imitate the same, For like a trumpet were I pleased to blow, I would his worthy worth more amply show, But I already fear have been too bold. And crave his pardon, me excused to hold.

Thanks to his sons and servants every one, Both males and females all, excepting none. To bear a letter he did me require. But in the morning sent me to his barber. Who laved, and shaved me, still I spared my purse. Yet sure he left me many a hair the worse. But in conclusion, when his work was ended. His glass informed, my face was much amended.

And for the kindness he to me did show, God grant his customers beards faster grow, That though the time of year be dear or cheap. From fruitful faces he may mow and reap. Then came a smith, with shoes, and tooth and nail. He searched my horse's hoofs, mending what did fail. No, Master Prestwitch, this and much more did, His friendship did command and freely gave All before writ, and more than I durst crave. But leaving him a little, I must tell, How men of Manchester did use me well, Their loves they on the tenter-hooks did rack, Roast, boiled, baked, too — too— much, white, claret, sack, Nothing they thought too heavy or too hot.

Can followed can, and pot succeeded pot, That what they could do, all they thought too little. Striving in love the traveller to whittle. All able to make one stark drunk or mad. But I with courage bravely flinched not, And gave the town leave to discharge the shot We had at one time set upon the table. Good ale of hyssop, 'twas no iEsop-fable : Then had we ale of sage, and ale of malt. And ale of wormwood, that could make one halt, With ale of rosemary, and betony. And two ales more, or else I needs must lie. But to conclude this drinking aley-tale, 1 8 Taylor's Penniless Pilgrimage.

We had a sort of ale, called scurvy ale. Thus all these men, at their own charge and cost, Did strive whose love should be expressed most, And farther to declare their boundless loves. They saw I wanted, and they gave me gloves. In deed, and very deed, their loves were such. That in their praise I cannot write too much ; They merit more than I have here compiled, I lodged at the Eagle and the Child, Whereas my hostess, a good ancient woman Did entertain me with respect, not common. She caused my linen, shirts, and bands be washed.

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And on my way she caused me be refreshed. She gave me twelve silk points, she gave me bacon. Which by me much refused, at last was taken. In troth she proved a mother unto me. For which, I evermore will thankful be. But when to mind these kindnesses I call. Kind Master Pres twitch author is of all. And yet Sir Urian Leigh's good commendation. Was the main ground of this my recreation. From both of them, there what I had, I had. Or else my entertainment had been bad. Then let me headlong to confusion run. His love was such, I ne'er can pay the score. He far surpassed all that went before, A horse and man he sent, with boundless bounty.

To bring me quite through Lancaster's large county.

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Which I well know is fifty miles at large. And he defrayed all the cost and charge. This unlooked pleasure, was to me such pleasure. That I can ne'er express my thanks with measure. So Mistress Saracoaly hostess kind.

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And Manchester with thanks I left behind. The Wednesday being yuiys twenty nine, My journey I to Preston did confine. All the day long it rained but one shower. Which from the morning to the evening did pour. And I, before to Preston I.

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And hardly got from thence on Saturday. Unto my lodging often did repair. For I protest to God I never saw, A town more wisely governed by the law. They told me when my Sovereign there was last, That one man's rashness seemed to give distaste. It grieved them all, but when at last they found. His Majesty was pleased, their joys were crowned. He knew, the fairest garden hath some weeds. This was Laugh and be Fat ?

Sixty-three of Taylor's "works" appeared in one volume in This was reprinted by the Spenser Society in , being followed by other tracts not included in the collection They provide some very entertaining reading, but in spite of the legend on one of his title-pages, "Lastly that which is Rare in a Travailer all is true," it is permissible to exercise some mental reservations in accepting his statements. Hidden category: Subpages. Namespaces Page Discussion. Views Read Edit View history.

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