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THE
PENNYLES
PILGRIMAGE,

OR

The Money-lesse perambulation,

of JOHN TAYLOR, _Alias_
the Kings Majesties
_Water-Poet_.

HOW HE TRAVAILED ON FOOT
from _London_ to _Edenborough_ in _Scotland_, not carrying
any Money to or fro, neither Begging, Borrowing,
or Asking Meate, drinke or
Lodging.

_With his Description of his Entertainment_
in all places of his Journey, and a true Report
of the unmatchable Hunting in the _Brea_
of _Marre_ and _Badenoch_ in
_Scotland_.

With other Observations, some serious and
worthy of Memory, and some merry
and not hurtfull to be Remembred.

_Lastly that (which is Rare in a Travailer)
all is true._

LONDON

Printed by _Edw: Allde_, at the charges of the
Author. 1618




TO THE TRULY
NOBLE AND RIGHT
HONORABLE LORD GEORGE MARQUIS
of Buckingham, Viscount Villiers, Baron of
Whaddon, Justice in Eyre of all his Majesty's
Forests, Parks, and Chases beyond Trent, Master
of the Horse to his Majesty, and one of the Gentlemen
of his Highness Royal Bed-Chamber, Knight
of the most Noble Order of the Garter, and
one of his Majesty's most Honorable
Privy Council of both the
Kingdoms of England
and Scotland.


Right Honorable, and worthy honoured Lord, as in my Travels, I was
entertained, welcomed, and relieved by many Honourable Lords, Worshipful
Knights, Esquires, Gentlemen, and others both in England and Scotland.
So now your Lordship's inclination hath incited, or invited my poor muse
to shelter herself under the shadow of your honorable patronage, not
that there is any worth at all in my sterile invention, but in all
humility I acknowledge that it is only your Lordship's acceptance, that
is able to make this nothing, something, and withal engage me ever.

          Your Honors,

              In all observance,

                    JOHN TAYLOR.


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TO ALL MY LOVING ADVENTURERS,
BY WHAT NAME OR TITLE SOEVER,
MY GENERAL SALUTATION.


_Reader, these Travels of mine into_ Scotland, _were not undertaken,
neither in imitation, or emulation of any man, but only devised by
myself, on purpose to make trial of my friends both in this Kingdom of_
England, _and that of_ Scotland, _and because I would be an eye-witness
of divers things which I had heard of that Country; and whereas many
shallow-brained Critics, do lay an aspersion on me, that I was set on by
others, or that I did undergo this project, either in malice, or mockage
of Master_ Benjamin Jonson, _I vow by the faith of a Christian, that
their imaginations are all wide, for he is a gentleman, to whom I am so
much obliged for many undeserved courtesies that I have received from
him, and from others by his favour, that I durst never to be so impudent
or ungrateful, as either to suffer any man's persuasions, or mine own
instigation, to incite me, to make so bad a requital, for so much
goodness formerly received; so much for that, and now Reader, if you
expect_

That I should write of cities' situations,
Or that of countries I should make relations:
Of brooks, crooks, nooks; of rivers, bournes and rills,
Of mountains, fountains, castles, towers and hills,
Of shires, and piers, and memorable things,
Of lives and deaths of great commanding kings,
I touch not those, they not belong to me;
But if such things as these you long to see,
Lay down my book, and but vouchsafe to read
The learned _Camden_, or laborious _Speed_.

     _And so God speed you and me, whilst I rest

          Yours in all thankfulness:_

                JOHN TAYLOR.


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TAYLOR'S
PENNILESS PILGRIMAGE.


   List Lordlings, list (if you have lust to list)
   I write not here a tale of had I wist:
   But you shall hear of travels, and relations,
   Descriptions of strange (yet English) fashions.
   And he that not believes what here is writ,
   Let him (as I have done) make proof of it.
   The year of grace, accounted (as I ween)
   One thousand twice three hundred and eighteen,
   And to relate all things in order duly,
   'Twas Tuesday last, the fourteenth day of July,
   Saint _Revels_ day, the almanack will tell ye
   The sign in _Virgo_ was, or near the belly:
   The moon full three days old, the wind full south;
   At these times I began this trick of youth.
   I speak not of the tide, for understand,
   My legs I made my oars, and rowed by land,
   Though in the morning I began to go
   Good fellows trooping, flocked me so,
   That make what haste I could, the sun was set,
   E're from the gates of _London_ I could get.
   At last I took my latest leave thus late,
   At the Bell Inn, that's _extra Aldersgate_.
   There stood a horse that my provant[1] should carry,
   From that place to the end of my fegary,[2]
   My horse no horse, or mare, but gelded nag,
   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 vitae, 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_.
   There did I find (I dare affirm it bold)
   A Maidenhead of twenty-five years old,
   But surely it was painted, like a whore,
   And for a sign, or wonder, hanged at door,
   Which shows a Maidenhead, that's kept so long,
   May be 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,
   Having a good _New ton_, of good stale beer:
   There did we _Trundle_[3] down health, after health,
   (Which oftentimes impairs both health and wealth.)
   Till everyone had filled his mortal trunk,
   And only _No-body_[3] was three parts drunk.
   The morrow next, Wednesday Saint _Swithin's_ day,
   From ancient _Islington_ I took my way.
   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.
   I did not this, 'cause meat or drink was scant,
   But I did practise thus before my want;
   Like to a Tilter that would win the prize,
   Before the day he'll often exercise.
   So I began to put in use, at first
   These principles 'gainst hunger, 'gainst thirst.
   Close to the Gate,[4] there dwelt a worthy man,
   That well could take his whiff, and quaff his can,
   Right Robin Good-fellow, but humours evil,
   Do call him _Robin Pluto_, or the devil.
   But finding him a devil, freely hearted,
   With friendly farewells I took leave and parted,
   And as alongst I did my journey take,
   I drank at _Broom's well_, for pure fashion's sake,
   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_.[5]
   And though we make small reckoning of him here,
   He's known