Barnabees JOVRNALL. His Northerne Journey: Third part.
MIRTIL.
WHup (FAUSTULUS) all draw ny thee
That doe love thee, or lov'd by thee,
Joying in thy safe returning!
Leave Court, care, & fruitlesse mourning;
Way th'ast walked, pray thee shew it,
Where th'ast lived, what th'ast viewed.
Not th' Ephesian Diana
Is of more renoumed fam-a;
Acting wonders all invent thee,
Painters in their Statues paint thee;
Banish feare, remove delay-man,
Shew thy selfe a famous Way-man.
FAUSTUL.
[Page]LEave delay, and be not fearfull!
Why; who e're saw me lesse cheerfull
When I was by Fortune cuffed,
Or by Fortunes smiles so puffed,
As I shewd my selfe farre prouder
Than when she more scornfull shewd her?
For the world, I would not prize her,
Yea, in time I should despise her,
Had she in her no good fellow
That would drinke till he grew mellow;
Draw neare and heare, thou shalt have all,
Hearing, joy in this my travall.
First day having drunk with many,
To Islington from London came I,
Journey long and grievous wether,
Yet the Ev'ning brought me thether,
Having t'ane my pots by th' fier,
Summer sand was never dryer.
Thence to Kingsland; where were feeding
Cattell, Sheepe, and Mares for breeding;
As I found it, there I feared
That my Rozinant was wear'ed:
When he would jog on no faster
Loose I turn'd him to the pasture.
Thence to Totnam-high-crosse turning
I departed 'fore next morning;
Hostesse on her Guests so doted
Faustulus was little noted;
To an Hay-loft I was led in,
Boords my bed, and straw my bedding.
Having thus left High-Crosse early,
I to Waltham travelled fairly,
To the Hospitall of Oswald,
And that Princely Seat of
q Th'bald;
There all night I drunk old Sack-a
With my bed upon my back-a.
Of the Kings House at Tibbals.
Thence to Hodsdon, where stood watching
Cheats who liv'd by conicatching,
False Cards brought me, with them plaid I,
Deare for their acquaintance paid I;
'Fore a Iustice they appeared;
Them he praised, me he jeered.
Thence to Ware, where mazie Amwell
Mildly cuts the Southerne Chanell;
Rivers streaming, banks resounding,
Middleton with wealth abounding:
Mightily did these delight me;
"O I wish'd them Aqua vitae!
Thence to Wademill, where I rest me
For a pot, for I was thirstie;
On me cryde they and did hout me,
And like Beetles flockt about me:
" Buy a Whip Sr! no, a Laddle;
" Where's your Horse Sr? where your Saddle?
Thence at Puckridge I reposed,
Hundred Beggars me inclosed;
" Beggars, quoth I, you are many,
" But the poorest of you am I;
They no more did me importune
Leaving me unto my fortune.
Thence to Buntingford right trusty,
Bedrid Host, but Hostesse lusty,
That can chat and chirp it neatly,
And in secret kisse you sweetly;
Here are Arbours decked gaily,
Where the Buntin warbles daily.
Thence to Roiston, there grasse groweth,
Medes, flocks, fields the plowman soweth,
Where a pious Prince frequented,
Which observing, this I vented:
" Since all flesh to
r Fate's a debter,
" Retchlesse wretch, why liv'st no better?
Thence to Caxston, I was led in
To a poor house, poorer bedding,
Some there were had me suspected
That with plague I was infected,
So as I starke-naked drew me,
Calling th'Hostesse streight to view me.
Thence to Cambridge, where the Muses
Haunt the Vine-bush, as their use is;
Like sparks up a Chimney warming,
Or Flyes neare a Dung-hill swarming,
In a Ring they did inclose me,
Vowing they would never lose me.
'Bout mid-night for drinke I call Sr,
As I had drunk nought at all Sr,
But all this did little shame me,
Tipsy went I, tipsy came I:
Grounds, greenes, groves are wet and homely,
But the Schollers wondrous comely.
Thence to
s Godmanchester, by one,
With a Clowd as was Ixion,
Was I gull'd; she had no fellow,
Her soft lips were moist & mellow,
All night vow'd she to lye by me,
But the giglet came not ny me.
Thence to Huntington, in a cellar
With a wench was there a dweller
I did bargaine, but suspected
By the Hoast who her affected,
Down the staires he hurr'ed quickly,
While I made me too too sickly,
Thence to Harrington, be it spoken!
For Name-sake I gave a token
To a Beggar that did crave it
And as cheerfully receive it:
More he need't not me importune
For 'twas th'utmost of my fortune.
Thence to Stonegatehole, I'l tell here
Of a story that befell there,
One who served an Atturney
T'ane with beauty in his journey,
Seeing a Coppice hastens thither
Purposely to wanton with her.
As these privatly conferred,
A Rover tooke him unprepared,
Search't his Port-mantua, bound him faster,
And sent him naked to his Master:
Set on's Saddle with hands tyed,
Th'Horse he neyed, Man he cryed.
Th'Atturney when he had discerned
One, he thought, behind him armed
In white Armour, stoutly sturr'd him,
For his Jade hee keenly spurr'd him:
Both run one course to catch a Gudgeon,
This Nak't, that frighted to their lodging.
Singing along down
t Sautry laning,
I saw a Tombe one had beene laine in,
And inquiring, One did tell it,
'Twas where Rainsford buried [...]h' Prelat:
I saw, I smil'd, and could permit it,
Greedy Priests might so be fitted.
To th' Newfounded College came I,
Commended to the care of many;
Bounteous are they, kind and loving,
Doing whatsoe're's behoving:
These hold and walke together wholly,
And state their Lands on uses holy.
Whether pure these are or are not,
As I know not, so I care not;
But if they be dissembling Brothers,
Their life surpasseth many others:
See but their Cell, Schoole and their Temple,
You'l say the Stars were their exemple.
Thence to Stilton, slowly paced,
With no bloome nor blossome graced,
With no plums nor apples stored,
But bald like an old mans forehead;
Yet with Innes so well provided,
Guests are pleas'd when they have tride it.
Thence to Wansforth-brigs, a river,
And a wife will live for ever;
River broad, an old wife jolly,
Comely, seemely, free from folly;
Gates and gardens neatly gracious,
Ports and Parks and pastures spatious.
[...]eeing there, as did become me,
Written, LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME,
On the Portels, I departed,
[...]est I should have sorer smarted;
Though from death none may be spared,
[...] to dye was scarce prepared.
On a Hay-cock sleeping soundly,
Th' River rose and tooke me roundly
Downe the current; people cryed,
Sleeping, down the streame I hyed;
Where away, quoth they, from Greenland?
No; from Wansforth-brigs in England.
Thence to
u Burleigh, though 'twas winter,
No fire did the Chimney enter,
Buttries without Butlers guarded,
Stately gates were dooble-warded;
Hoary
w Chimneyes without smooke too,
Hungry Kitchins without Cooke too.
Hallowing loud, ô empty wonder!
* Ecco streight resounded,
hunger. Who inhabits this vast brick-house?
Ecco made reply, the Titmouse;
Ominous Cell, no drudge at home Sir!
Ecco answer made, Be gone Sir.
Thence to ancient
y Stamford came I,
Where are pencelesse purses many,
Neatly wrought as doth become them,
Lesse gold in them than is on them:
Clawbacks more doe not assaile me,
Than are Beggars swarming dayly.
Though my cares were maine and many,
To the
75 Hole of Sara came I,
Once a bona-roba, trust me,
Though now buttock-shrunke and rustie;
But though nervy-oyle and fat-a,
Her I caught by you know what-a.
[...]aving boldly thus adventur'd,
[...]nd my Sara's socket enter'd,
[...]er I sued, suted, sorted,
[...]ussed, bouzed, sneesed, snorted:
[...]ften sat she, when she got up
[...]ll her phraze was, "Drink thy pot up.
Thence to Witham, having red there
That the fattest Eele was bred there,
Purposing some to intangle,
Forth I went and tooke mine angle,
Where an huge one having hooked,
By her headlong was I dooked.
aThence to
b Grantham I retiring,
[...]amous for a Spire aspiring,
There a Pastor with his sweeting
[...] a chamber closely meeting;
[...] great fury out he flung there
Cause a Popish picture hung there.
Here the Townsmen are amated
That their Spire should be translated
Unto PAUIS; and great's their labour
How to purchase so much paper
To enwrap it, as is fitting,
To secure their Spire from splitting.
Thence to
c New-worke, flood-surrounded,
Where I hoping most were drowned,
Hand to hand I straightwayes shored
To a Cellar richly stored,
Till suspected for a picklock,
Th'Beedle led me to the whip-stock.
Thence to Tuxworth in the clay there,
Where poor Travellers find such way there;
Wayes like bird-lime seeme to show them,
Seats are Syrts to such as know them;
Th' Ivy hangs there, long has't hong there,
Wine it never vended strong there.
Thence to Retford, fish I fed on,
And to th' adage I had red on,
With carouses I did trimme me,
That my fish might swim within me,
As they had done being living,
And ith' River nimbly diving.
Thence to Scrubie, ô my Maker!
With a Pastor and a Taker
Day I spent, I night divided,
Thiefe did make me well provided:
My poor Scrip did cause me feare him,
All night long I came not neare him.
Thence to Bautree, as I came there
From the bushes neare the Lane there
Rush'd a Tweake in gesture flanting,
With a leering eye and wanton;
But my flesh I did subdue it,
Fearing lest my purse should rue it.
Thence to
d Doncaster, where reported
[...]ively Levit was departed,
[...]ove I loath'd and spritely wine too,
Which I dearely lov'd sometime too:
[...]or when youthfull Venus ageth,
[...] my fleshly force asswageth.
Thirst knowes neither meane nor measure,
Robin Hoods Well was my treasure,
[...]n a common
e dish enchained,
[...] my furious thirst restrained:
[...]nd because I drunk the deeper,
[...] paid two farthings to the keeper.
[...]hence to
f Wentbrig, where vile wretches,
[...]ideous hags and odious witches,
[...]rithen count'nance and mis-shapen
[...]re by some foule Bugbeare taken:
[...]hese infernall seats inherit,
Who contract with such a Spirit.
Thence to Ferrybrig, sore wearied,
[...]urfoot, but in spirit cheered;
[...] the grape no sooner tasted
Than my melancholy wasted:
Never was wild Boare more fellish,
Though the wine did smally relish.
Thence to
g Pomfrait, as long since is,
Fatall to our
* English Princes;
For the choicest
h Licorice crowned,
And for sundry acts renowned:
A Louse in Pomfrait is not surer,
Then the Poor through sloth securer.
Thence to Sherburne, dearely loved,
And for Pinners well approved;
Cherry tenths the Pastor aymeth
More than th' soules which he reclaimeth:
In an Equi-page consorting
Are their manners and their fortune.
Thence to Bramham, thither comming,
I saw two Footmen stript for running;
One told me, " th' match was made to cheat thē,
" Trust me Faustulus, This will beat'em,
" For we've tride them: but that Courser
He priz'd better, prov'd the worser.
Thence to Tadcaster, where stood reared
A faire Bridge, where no stood appeared,
Broken Pavements, Beggars waiting,
Nothing more than labour hating,
But with speed I hastned from them,
Lest I should be held one of them.
Thence to Yorke, fresh youth enjoying
With a wanton Weaver toying,
Husband suddenly appeares too
"Catching of the Wolfe by th'Eares too;
He cryes open, something feares him,
But th'deafe Adder never heares him.
Thus my entrance was descried,
While the Weaver was denied,
Who as he fumed, fret, and frowned
With a chamber-pot was crowned;
Wisely silent he ne're grudged
While his Betty with me lodged.
Piper being here committed,
[...]uilty found, condemn'd and titted,
she was to Knavesmyre going,
[...]his day, quoth Boyes, will spoile thy blowing;
[...]rom thy Pipe th'art now departing;
[...]ags, quoth th' Piper, you'r not certaine.
[...]ll which happen'd to our wonder,
[...]or the halter cut asunder,
[...]s one of all life deprived
[...]eing buried, he revived:
[...]nd there lives, and plays his measure,
[...]olding hanging but a pleasure.
Thence to Towlerton, where those Stagers
Or Horse-coursers run for wagers;
[...]eare to the high way the course is,
Where they ride and run their horses;
[...]ut still on our journey went we,
[...]irst, or Last, did like content me.
Thence to Helperby I turned
Desolate and lately burned,
Not a Taphouse there but mourned,
Being all to ashes turned,
Whence I swiftly did remove me
For thirst-sake, as did behove me.
Thence to
h Topcliffe, musick call'd I,
In no comely posture fail'd I,
But when these expected wages,
To themselves I left my Pages;
Small being th' curt'sy I could shew them
Th'reckning I commended to them.
Thence to
i Thyrske, rich
Thyrsis casket,
Where faire Phyllis fils her basket
With choice flowers, but these be vaine things,
I esteeme no flowers nor Swainlings;
In Bacchus yard, field, booth or cottage
I love nought like his cold pottage.
Thence to Alerton, rankt in battell,
Sheepe, Kine, Oxen, other Cattell,
As I fortun'd to passe by there
Were the Towns best beautifier:
Faire for Beasts at that time fell there,
But I made my Fayre the Celler.
[...]hence to Smeton, I assailed
[...]wsy Hill, for so they call it,
[...]here were dainty Ducks, and gant ones,
[...]enches that could play the wantons,
[...]hich they practise, truth I'le tell ye,
[...]or reliefe of back and bellie.
Thence to
87 Nesham, now translated,
Once a Nunnery dedicated;
[...]allies smiling, Bottoms pleasing,
[...]treaming Rivers never ceasing,
[...]eckt with tufty woods and shady,
Graced by a lovely Lady.
Thence to Darlington, there I boused
Till at last I was espoused;
Marriage feast and all prepared,
Not a fig for th' world I cared;
All night long by th' pot I tarried
As if I had ne're beene married.
Thence to
l Richmund, heavy sentence!
There were none of my acquaintance,
All my noble Cumrads gone were,
Of them all I found not one there,
But lest care should make me sicker,
I did bury care in liquor.
Penance chac'd that crime of mine hard,
Thence to Redmeere to a Swine-heard
Came I, where they nothing plast me
But a Swines-gut that was nastie,
Had I not then wash'd my liver,
In my guts't had stuck for ever.
Thence to Carperbie very greedy,
Consorts frequent, victuals needy;
After Supper they so tost me
As seven shillings there it cost me:
Soone may one of coyne be soaked,
Yet for want of liquor choaked.
Thence to Wenchly, Valley-seated,
[...]or antiquity repeated;
[...]heep and Sheepheard as one brother
Kindly drink to one another;
Till pot-hardy light as feather
Sheep and Shepheard sleep together.
Thence to Middlam, where I viewed
Th'Castle which so stately shewed;
Down the staires, 'tis truth I tell ye,
To a knot of brave Boyes fell I;
All red-noses, no dye deeper,
Yet not one but a peace-keeper.
Thence to
m Ayscarth, from a mountaine
[...]ruitfull vallies, pleasant fountaine,
Woolly flocks, cliffs steep and snowy,
[...]ields, f [...]nns, sedgy rushes saw I;
Which high Mount is call'd the Temple,
[...]or all prospects an exemple.
Thence to Worton, being lighted
I was solemnly invited
By a Captains wife most vewlie,
Though, I thinke, she never knew me;
I came, call'd, coll'd, toy'd, trifl'd, kissed,
"Captaine Cornu-cap'd I wished.
Thence to Bainbrig, where the River
From his channell seemes to sever,
To Maidenly Iohn I forthwith hasted,
And his best provision tasted;
Th'hoast I had (a thing not common)
Seemed neither man nor woman.
Thence to
n Askrig, market noted,
But no handsomnesse about it,
Neither Magistrate nor Mayor
Ever were elected there:
Here poor people live by knitting,
To their Trading, breeding fitting.
Thence to
o Hardraw, where's hard hunger,
Barraine cliffs and clints of wonder;
Never here Adonis lived,
Unlesse in Coles Harbour hived:
Ins are nasty, dusty, fustie,
Both with smoake and rubbish mustie.
Thence to Gastile, I was drawne in
To an Alehouse neare adjoining
To a Chappell, I drunk Stingo
With a Butcher and Domingo
Th'
p Curat, who to my discerning
Was not guilty of much learning.
Thence to
* Sedbergh, sometimes joy-all,
Gamesome, gladsome, richly royall,
But those jolly boyes are sunken,
"Now scarce once a yeare one drunken:
There I durst not well be merry,
Farre from home old Foxes werry.
Thence to
q Killington I passed,
Where an hill is freely grassed,
There I staid not though halfe-tyred,
Higher still my thoughts aspired:
Taking leave of Mountains many,
To my native Country came I.
[...]hence to Kendall, pure her state is,
[...]rudent too her Magistrate is,
[...]n whose charter to them granted
[...]othing but a
r Mayor wanted;
[...]ere it likes me to bee dwelling,
[...]ousing, loving, stories telling.
FINIS.