Daventry
we went.
Four miles short of it, one o'ertook 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,
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
Mogul
,
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,
So did these brainless asses, all amazed,
With admirable
Nonsense
talked and gazed,
They knew my state (although not told by me)
That I could scarcely go, they all could see,
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,
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 I have some)
If they to
Daventry
do chance to come,
That they will baulk that inn; or if by chance,
Or accident into that house they glance,
Kind gentlemen, as they by you reap profit,
My hostess care of me, pray tell her of it,
[8]
Yet do not neither; lodge there when you will,
You for your money shall be welcome still.
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
Phœbe
shined
Sweet bawling
Zephyrus
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
.
There Master Doctor
Holland
[9]
caused me stay
The day of
Saturn
and the Sabbath day.
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
Newhall
, where a gentleman did dwell,
Who by his name is hight
Sacheverell
.
The Tuesday
July's
one and twentieth day,
I to the city
Lichfield
took my way,
At
Sutton Coldfield
with some friends I met,
And much ado I had from thence to get,
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.
I found a friend, when I to
Lichfield
came,
A joiner, and
John Piddock
is his name.
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 I'm 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 o'erflowed:
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.
The worst was, we did neither sup nor sleep,
And so a temperate diet we did keep.
The morning all enrobed in drifting fogs,
We being as ready as we had been dogs:
We need not stand upon long ready making,
But gaping, stretching, and our ears well shaking:
And for I found my host and hostess kind,
I like a true man left my sheets behind.
That Thursday morn, my weary course I framed,
Unto a town that is
Newcastle
named.
(Not that
Newcastle
standing upon
Tyne
)
But this town situation doth confine
Near
Cheshire
, in the famous county
Stafford
,
And for their love, I owe them not a straw for't;
But now my versing muse craves some repose,
And whilst she sleeps I'll spout a little prose.
In this town ofNewcastle, I overtook an hostler, and I asked him what the next town was called, that was in my way towardLancaster, he holding the end of a riding rod in his mouth, as if it had been a flute, piped me this answer, and said,Talk-on-the-Hill; I asked him again what he saidTalk-on-the-Hill: I demanded the third time, and the third time he answered me as he did before,Talk-on-the-Hill. I began to grow choleric, and asked him why he could not talk, or tell me my way as well there as on the hill; at last I was resolved, that the next town was four miles off me, and that thename of it was,Talk-on-the-Hill: I had not travelled above two miles farther: but my last night's supper (which was as much as nothing) my mind being informed of it by my stomach. I made a virtue of necessity, and went to breakfast in the Sun: I have fared better at three Suns many times before now, inAldersgate Street,Cripplegate, and newFish 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.
And now with sleep my muse hath eased her brainI'll 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,This weary day, when I had almost past,I came unto SirUrian Leigh'sat last,AtAdlington, nearMacclesfieldhe doth dwell,Beloved, respected, and reputed well.Through his great love, my stay with him was fixed,From Thursday night, till noon on Monday next,At his own table I did daily eat,Whereat may be supposed, did want no meat,He would have given me gold or silver either,But I, with many thanks, received neither,And thus much without flattery I dare swear,He is a knight beloved far and near,First he's beloved of his God above,(Which love he loves to keep, beyond all love)Next with a wife and children he is blest,Each having God's fear planted in their breast.With fair demaines, revenue of good lands,He's fairly blessed by the Almighty's hands,And as he's happy in these outward things,So from his inward mind continual springsFruits of devotion, deeds of piety,Good hospitable works of charity,Just in his actions, constant in his word,And one that won his honour with the sword,He's no carranto, cap'ring, carpet knight,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,Nor do I pen this to enlarge his fameBut 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,NearManchester, unto a good Esquire:His kinsmanEdmund Prestwitch, he ordained,That I was atManchesterentertainedTwo nights, and one day, ere we thence could pass,For men and horse, roast, boiled, and oats, and grass;This gentleman not only gave harbour,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,Yet this I note, my nag, through stones and dirt,Did shift shoes twice, ere I did shift one shirt:Can these kind things be in oblivion hid?No, MasterPrestwitch, this and much more did,His friendship did command and freely gaveAll before writ, and more than I durst crave.But leaving him a little, I must tell,How men ofManchesterdid 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.We went into the house of oneJohn Pinners,(A man that lives amongst a crew of sinners)And there eight several sorts of ale we had,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 Æsop-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,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,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 MasterPrestwitchauthor is of all,And yet SirUrian Leigh'sgood 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.O all you worthy men ofManchester,(True bred bloods of the CountyLancaster)When I forget what you to me have done,Then let me headlong to confusion run.To noble MasterPrestwitchI must giveThanks, upon thanks, as long as I do live,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 throughLancaster'slarge county,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 MistressSaracoal, hostess kind,AndManchesterwith thanks I left behind.The Wednesday beingJuly'stwenty nine,My journey I toPrestondid confine,All the day long it rained but one shower,Which from the morning to the evening did pour,And I, before toPrestonI could get,Was soused, and pickled both with rain and sweat,But there I was supplied with fire and food,And anything I wanted sweet and good.There, at the Hind, kind MasterHindmine host,Kept a good table, baked and boiled, and roast,There Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I did stay,And hardly got from thence on Saturday.Unto my lodging often did repair,Kind MasterThomas Banister, the Mayor,Who is of worship, and of good respect,And in his charge discreet and circumspect.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,He did accept their kind intents, for deeds:One man there was, that with his zeal too hot,And furious haste, himself much overshot.But what man is so foolish, that desiresTo get good fruit from thistles, thorns and briars?Thus much I thought good to demonstrate here,Because I saw how much they grieved were;That any way, the least part of offence,Should make them seem offensive to their Prince.Thus three nights was I staid and lodged inPreston,And saw nothing ridiculous to jest on,Much cost and charge the Mayor upon me spent,And on my way two miles, with me he went,There (by good chance) I did more friendship get,The under Sheriff ofLancashirewe met,A gentleman that loved, and knew me well,And one whose bounteous mind doth bear the bell.There, as if I had been a noted thief,The Mayor delivered me unto the Sheriff.The Sheriff's authority did much prevail,He sent me unto one that kept the jail.Thus I perambuling, poorJohn Taylor,Was given from Mayor to Sheriff, from Sheriff to Jailor.The Jailor kept an inn, good beds, good cheer,Where paying nothing, I found nothing dear,For the under-Sheriff kind MasterCovillnamed,(A man for house-keeping renowed and famed)Did cause the town ofLancashireaffordMe welcome, as if I had been a lord.And 'tis reported, that for daily bounty,His mate can scarce be found in all that county.The extremes of miser, or of prodigal,He shuns, and lives discreet and liberal,His wife's mind, and his own are one, so fixed,ThatArguseyes could see no odds betwixt,And sure the difference, (if there difference be)Is who shall do most good, or he, or she.Poor folks report, that for relieving them,He and his wife, are each of them a gem;At the inn, and at his house two nights I staid,And what was to be paid, I know he paid:If nothing of their kindness I had wrote,Ungrateful me the world might justly note:Had I declared all I did hear, and see,For a great flatterer then I deemed should be,Him and his wife, and modest daughterBess,With earth, and heaven's felicity, God bless.Two days a man of his, at his command,Did guide me to the midst ofWestmoreland,And my conductor with a liberal fist,To keep me moist, scarce any alehouse missed.The fourth of August (weary, halt, and lame)We in the dark, to a town calledSedberghcame,There MasterBorrowed, my kind honest host,Upon me did bestowed unasked cost.The next day I held on my journey still,Six miles unto a place calledCarlinghill,Where MasterEdmund Branthwaite[10]doth reside,Who made me welcome, with my man and guide.Our entertainment, and our fare were such,It might have satisfied our betters much;Yet all too little was, his kind heart thought,And five miles on my way himself me brought,AtOrtonhe, I, and my man did dine,With MasterCorneya good true Divine,And surely MasterBranthwaite's well beloved,His firm integrity is much approved:His good effects, do make him still affectedOf God and good men, (with regard) respected.He sent his man with me, o'er dale and down,Who lodged, and boarded me atPenrithtown,And such good cheer, and bedding there I had,That nothing, (but my weary self) was bad;There a fresh man, (I know not for whose sake)With me a journey would toCarlislemake:But from that city, about two miles wide,Good SirJohn Dalstonlodged me and my guide.Of all the gentlemen inEngland'sboundsHis house is nearest to the Scottish grounds,And fame proclaims him, far and near, aloud,He's free from being covetous, or proud;His son, SirGeorge, most affable, and kind,His father's image, both in form and mind,On Saturday toCarlisleboth did ride,Where (by their loves and leaves) I did abide,Where of good entertainment I found store,From one that was the mayor the year before,His name is MasterAdam Robinson,I the last English friendship with him won.He (gratis) found a guide to bring me through,My thanks to Sir John and Sir Geo. Dalston, with Sir Henry Curwin.FromCarlisleto the cityEdinburgh:This was a help, that was a help alone,Of all my helps inferior unto none.Eight miles fromCarlisleruns a little river,WhichEngland'sbounds, fromScotland'sgrounds doth sever.Without horse, bridge, or boat, I o'er did getOver Esk I waded.On foot, I went, yet scarce my shoes did wet.I being come to this long-looked-for land,Did mark, remark, note, renote, viewed, and scanned;And I saw nothing that could change my will,But that I thought myself inEnglandstill.The kingdoms are so nearly joined and fixed,There scarcely went a pair of shears betwixt;There I saw sky above, and earth below,And as inEngland, there the sun did show;The hills with sheep replete, with corn the dale,The afore-named knights had given money to my guide, of which he left some part at every ale-house.And many a cottage yielded good Scottish ale;This county (Avondale) in former times,Was the cursed climate of rebellious crimes:ForCumberlandand it, both kingdoms borders,Were ever ordered, by their own disorders,Some sharking, shifting, cutting throats, and thieving,Each taking pleasure in the other's grieving;And many times he that had wealth to-night,Was by the morrow morning beggared quite:Too many years this pell-mell fury lasted,That all these borders were quite spoiled and wasted,Confusion, hurly-burly reigned and revelled,The churches with the lowly ground were levelled;All memorable monuments defaced,All places of defence o'erthrown and razed.That whoso then did in the borders dwell,Lived little happier than those in hell.But since the all-disposing God of heaven,Hath these two kingdoms to one monarch given,Blest peace, and plenty on them both have showered,Exile, and hanging hath the thieves devoured,That now each subject may securely sleep,His sheep and neat, the black the white doth keep,For now those crowns are both in one combined,Those former borders, that each one confine,Appears to me (as I do understand)To be almost the centre of the land,This was a blessed heaven expounded riddle,To thrust great kingdoms skirts into the middle.Long may the instrumental cause survive.From him and his, succession still deriveTrue heirs unto his virtues, and his throne,That these two kingdoms ever may be one;This county of allScotlandis most poor,By reason of the outrages before,Yet mighty store of corn I saw there grow,And as good grass as ever man did mow:And as that day I twenty miles did pass,I saw eleven hundred neat at grass,By which may be conjectured at the least,That there was sustenance for man and beast.And in the kingdom I have truly scanned,There's many worser parts, are better manned,For in the time that thieving was in ure,The gentles fled to places more secure.And left the poorer sort, to abide the pain,Whilst they could ne'er find time to turn again.The shire of gentlemen is scarce and dainty,Yet there's relief in great abundance plenty,Twixt it and England, little odds I see,They eat, and live, and strong and able be,So much in verse, and now I'll change my style,And seriously I'll write in prose awhile.
To the purpose then: my first night's lodging inScotlandwas at a place calledMoffat, which they say, is thirty miles fromCarlisle, but I suppose them to be longer than forty of such miles as are betwixtLondonand SaintAlbans, (but indeed the Scots do allow almost as large measure of their miles, as they do of their drink, for an English gallon either of ale or wine, is but their quart, and one Scottish mile (now and then, may well stand for a mile and a half or two English) but howsoever short or long, I found that day's journey the weariest that ever I footed; and at night, being come to the town, I found good ordinary country entertainment: my fare and my lodging was sweet and good, and might have served a far better man than myself, although myself have had many times better: but this is to be noted, that though it rained not all the day, yet it was my fortune to be well wet twice, for I waded over a great river calledEskin the morning, somewhat more than four miles distance fromCarlisleinEngland, and at night within two miles of mylodging, I was fain to wade over the river ofAnnaninScotland, from which river the county ofAnnandale, hath its name. And whilst I waded on foot, my man was mounted on horseback, like theGeorgewithout the Dragon. But the next morning, I arose and leftMoffatbehind me, and that day I travelled twenty-one miles to a sorry village calledBlythe, but I was blithe myself to come to any place of harbour or succour, for since I was born, I never was so weary, or so near being dead with extreme travel: I was foundered and refoundered of all four, and for my better comfort, I came so late, that I must lodge without doors all night, or else in a poor house where the good wife lay in child-bed, her husband being from home, her own servant maid being her nurse. A creature naturally compacted, and artificially adorned with an incomparable homeliness: but as things were I must either take or leave, and necessity made me enter, where we got eggs and ale by measure and by tail. At last to bed I went, my man lying on the floor by me, where in the night there were pigeons did very bountifully mute in his face: the day being no sooner come, and having but fifteen miles toEdinburgh, mounted upon my ten toes, and began first to hobble, and after to amble, and so being warm, I fell to pace by degrees; all the way passing through a fertile country for corn and cattle: and about two of the clock in theafternoon that Wednesday, being the thirteenth of August, and the day ofClarethe Virgin (the sign being inVirgo) the moon four days old, the wind at west, I came to take rest, at the wished, long expected, ancient famous city ofEdinburgh, which I entered like Pierce Penniless,[11]altogether moneyless, but I thank God, not friendless; for being there, for the time of my stay, I might borrow, (if any man would lend) spend if I could get, beg if I had the impudence, and steal, if I durst adventure the price of a hanging, but my purpose was to house my horse, and to suffer him and my apparel to lie in durance, or lavender instead of litter, till such time as I could meet with some valiant friend, that would desperately disburse.
Walking thus down the street, (my body being tired with travel, and my mind attired with moody, muddy, Moor-ditch melancholy) my contemplation did devotely pray, that I might meet one or other to prey upon, being willing to take any slender acquaintance of any map whatsoever, viewing, and circumviewing every man's face I met, as if I meant to draw his picture, but all my acquaintance wasNon est inventus, (pardon me, reader, that Latin is none of my own, I swear byPriscian's Pericranium, an oath which I have ignorantly broken many times.)At last I resolved, that the next gentleman that I meet withal, should be acquaintance whether he would or no: and presently fixing mine eyes upon a gentleman-like object, I looked on him, as if I would survey something through him, and make him my perspective: and he much musing at my gazing, and I much gazing at his musing, at last he crossed the way and made toward me, and then I made down the street from him, leaving to encounter with any man, who came after me leading my horse, whom he thus accosted. My friend (quoth he) doth yonder gentleman, (meaning me) know me, that he looks so wistly on me? Truly sir, said my man, I think not, but my master is a stranger come fromLondon, and would gladly meet some acquaintance to direct him where he may have lodging and horse-meat. Presently the gentleman, (being of a generous disposition) overtook me with unexpected and undeserved courtesy, brought me to a lodging, and caused my horse to be put into his own stable, whilst we discoursing over a pint of Spanish, I relate as much English to him, as made him lend me ten shillings, (his name was MasterJohn Maxwell) which money I am sure was the first that I handled after I came from out the walls ofLondon: but having rested two hours and refreshed myself, the gentleman and I walked to see the City andthe Castle, which as my poor unable and unworthy pen can, I will truly describe.
The Castle on a lofty rock is so strongly grounded, bounded, and founded, that by force of man it can never be confounded; the foundation and walls are unpenetrable, the rampiers impregnable, the bulwarks invincible, no way but one it is or can be possible to be made passable. In a word, I have seen many straits and fortresses, inGermany, theNetherlands,SpainandEngland, but they must all give place to this unconquered Castle, both for strength and situation.
Amongst the many memorable things which I was shewed there, I noted especially a great piece of ordnance of iron, it is not for battery, but it will serve to defend a breach, or to toss balls of wild-fire against any that should assail or assault the Castle; it lies now dismounted.[12]And it is so great within, that it was told me that a child was once gotten there: but I, to make trial crept into it, lying on my back, and I am sure there was room enough and spare for a greater than myself.
So leaving the Castle, as it is both defensive against my opposition, and magnific for lodging and receite,[13]I descended lower to the City, wherein I observed the fairest and goodliest street that evermine eyes beheld, for I did never see or hear of a street of that length, (which is half an English mile from the Castle to a fair port which they call theNether-Bow) and from that port, the street which they call theKenny-gateis one quarter of a mile more, down to the King's Palace, calledHoly-rood-House, the buildings on each side of the way being all of squared stone, five, six, and seven stories high, and many bye-lanes and closes on each side of the way, wherein are gentlemen's houses, much fairer than the buildings in the High Street, for in the High Street the merchants and tradesmen do dwell, but the gentlemen's mansions and goodliest houses are obscurely founded in the aforesaid lanes: the walls are eight or ten foot thick, exceeding strong, not built for a day, a week, or a month, or a year; but from antiquity to posterity, for many ages; there I found entertainment beyond my expectation or merit, and there is fish, flesh, bread and fruit, in such variety, that I think I may offenceless call it superfluity, or satiety. The worst was, that wine and ale was so scarce, and the people there such misers of it, that every night before I went to bed, if any man had asked me a civil question, all the wit in my head could not have made him a sober answer.
I was at his Majesty's Palace, a stately and princely seat, wherein I saw a sumptuous chapel, most richly adorned with all appurtenances belonging to so sacred a place, or so royal an owner. In the inner court I saw the King's arms cunningly carved in stone, and fixed over a door aloft on the wall, the red lion being in the crest, over which was written this inscription in Latin,
I enquired what the English of it was? it was told me as followeth, which I thought worthy to be recorded.
This is a worthy and memorable motto, and I think few kingdoms or none in the world can truly write the like, that notwithstanding so many inroads, incursions, attempts, assaults, civil wars, and foreign hostilities, bloody battles, and mighty foughten fields, that maugre the strength and policy of enemies, that royal crown and sceptre hath from one hundred and seven descents, kept still unconquered, and by the power of the King of Kings (through the grace of the Prince of Peace) is now left peacefully to our peaceful king, whom long in blessed peace, the God of peace defend and govern.
But once more, a word or two ofEdinburgh, although I have scarcely given it that due which belongs unto it, for their lofty and stately buildings, and for their fair and spacious street, yet my mind persuades me that they in former ages that first founded that city did not so well in that they built itin so discommodious a place; for the sea, and all navigable rivers being the chief means for the enriching of towns and cities, by the reason of traffic with foreign nations, with exportation, transportation, and receite of variety of merchandizing; so this city had it been built but one mile lower on the seaside, I doubt not but it had long before this been comparable to many a one of our greatest towns and cities inEurope, both for spaciousness of bounds, port, state, and riches. It is said, that KingJamesthe fifth (of famous memory) did graciously offer to purchase for them, and to bestow upon them freely, certain low and pleasant grounds a mile from them on the seashore, with these conditions, that they should pull down their city, and build it in that more commodious place, but the citizens refused it; and so now it is like (for me), to stand where it doth, for I doubt such another proffer of removal will not be presented to them, till two days after the fair.
Now have with you forLeith, whereto I no sooner came, but I was well entertained by MasterBarnard Lindsay, one of the grooms of his Majesties bed-chamber, he knew my estate was not guilty, because I brought guilt with me (more than my sins, and they would not pass for current there) he therefore did replenish the vaustity[14]of my emptypurse, and discharged a piece at me with two bullets of gold, each being in value worth eleven shillings white money; and I was creditably informed, that within the compass of one year, there was shipped away from that only port ofLeith, fourscore thousand boles of wheat, oats, and barley intoSpain,France, and other foreign parts, and every bole contains the measure of four English bushels, so that fromLeithonly hath been transported three hundred and twenty thousand bushels of corn; besides some hath been shipped away from SaintAndrews, fromDundee,Aberdeen,Dysart,Kirkaldy,Kinghorn,Burntisland,Dunbar, and other portable towns, which makes me to wonder that a kingdom so populous as it is, should nevertheless sell so much bread-corn beyond the seas, and yet to have more than sufficient for themselves.
So I having viewed the haven and town ofLeith, took a passage boat to see the new wondrous Well,[15]to which many a one that is not well, comes far and near in hope to be made well: indeed I did hear that it had done much good, and that it hath a rare operation to expel or kill divers maladies; as to provoke appetite, to help much for the avoiding of the gravel in the bladder, to cure sore eyes, and old ulcers, with many other virtues which it hath, but I (through the mercy of God, having noneed of it, did make no great inquisition what it had done, but for novelty I drank of it, and I found the taste to be more pleasant than any other water, sweet almost as milk, yet as clear as crystal, and I did observe that though a man did drink a quart, a pottle, or as much as his belly could contain, yet it never offended or lay heavy upon the stomach, no more than if one had drank but a pint or a small quantity.
I went two miles from it to a town calledBurntisland, where I found many of my especial good friends, as MasterRobert Hay, one of the Grooms of his Majesty's Bed-chamber, MasterDavid Drummond, one of his Gentlemens-Pensioners, MasterJames Acmootye, one of the Grooms of the Privy Chamber, CaptainMurray, SirHenry WitheringtonKnight, CaptainTyrie, and divers others: and there MasterHay, MasterDrummond, and the good old CaptainMurraydid very bountifully furnish me with gold for my expenses, but I being at dinner with those aforesaid gentlemen, as we were discoursing, there befel a strange accident, which I think worth the relating.
I know not upon what occasion they began to talk of being at sea in former times, and I (amongst the rest) said, I was at the taking ofCadiz; whereto an English gentleman replied, that he was the next good voyage after at the Islands: I answered himthat I was there also. He demanded in what ship I was? I told him in the Rainbow of the Queens: why (quoth he) do you not know me? I was in the same ship, and my name isWitherington.
Sir, said I, I do remember the name well, but by reason that it is near two and twenty years since I saw you, I may well forget the knowledge of you. Well said he, if you were in that ship, I pray you tell me some remarkable token that happened in the voyage, whereupon I told him two or three tokens; which he did know to be true. Nay then, said I, I will tell you another which (perhaps) you have not forgotten; as our ship and the rest of the fleet did ride at anchor at the Isle ofFlores(one of the Isles of theAzores) there were some fourteen men and boys of our ship, that for novelty would go ashore, and see what fruit the island did bear, and what entertainment it would yield us; so being landed, we went up and down and could find nothing but stones, heath and moss, and we expected oranges, lemons, figs, muskmellions, and potatoes; in the mean space the wind did blow so stiff, and the sea was so extreme rough, that our ship-boat could not come to the land to fetch us, for fear she should be beaten in pieces against the rocks; this continued five days, so that we were almost famished for want of food: but at last (I squandering up and down) by the providenceof God I happened into a cave or poor habitation, where I found fifteen loaves of bread, each of the quantity of a penny loaf inEngland, I having a valiant stomach of the age of almost of a hundred and twenty hours breeding, fell to, and ate two loaves and never said grace: and as I was about to make a horse-loaf of the third loaf, I did put twelve of them into my breeches, and my sleeves, and so went mumbling out of the cave, leaning my back against a tree, when upon the sudden a gentleman came to me, and said, "Friend, what are you eating?" "Bread," (quoth I,) "For God's sake," said he, "give me some." With that, I put my hand into my breech, (being my best pantry) and I gave him a loaf, which he received with many thanks, and said, that if ever he could requit it, he would.
I had no sooner told this tale, but SirHenry Witheringtondid acknowledge himself to be the man that I had given the loaf unto two and twenty years before, where I found the proverb true, that men have more privilege than mountains in meeting.
In what great measure he did requite so small a courtesy, I will relate in this following discourse in my return throughNorthumberland: so leaving my man at the town ofBurntisland, I told him, I would but go toStirling, and see the Castle there, and withal to see my honourable friends the Earl ofMar, and SirWilliam MurrayKnight, Lord ofAbercairney, and that I would return within two days at the most: but it fell out quite contrary; for it was and five and thirty days before I could get back again out of these noble men's company. The whole progress of my travel with them, and the cause of my stay I cannot with gratefulness omit; and thus it was.
A worthy gentleman named MasterJohn Fenton, did bring me on my way six miles toDunfermline, where I was well entertained, and lodged at MasterJohn Gibbhis house, one of the Grooms of his Majesty's Bed-chamber, and I think the oldest servant the King hath: withal, I was well entertained there by MasterCrightonat his own house, who went with me, and shewed me the Queens Palace; (a delicate and Princely Mansion) withal I saw the ruins of an ancient and stately built Abbey, with fair gardens, orchards, meadows belonging to the Palace: all which with fair and goodly revenues by the suppression of the Abbey, were annexed to the crown. There also I saw a very fair church, which though it be now very large and spacious, yet it hath in former times been much larger. But I taking my leave ofDunfermline, would needs go and see the truly noble Knight SirGeorge Bruce, at a town called theCulross: there he made me right welcome, both with variety of fare, and afterall, he commanded three of his men to direct me to see his most admirable coal mines; which (if man can or could work wonders) is a wonder; for myself neither in any travels that I have been in, nor any history that I have read, or any discourse that I have heard, did never see, read, or hear of any work of man that might parallel or be equivalent with this unfellowed and unmatchable work: and though all I can say of it, cannot describe it according to the worthiness of his vigilant industry, that was both the occasion, inventor, and maintainer of it: yet rather than the memory of so rare an enterprise, and so accomplished a profit to the commonwealth shall be raked and smothered in the dust of oblivion, I will give a little touch at the description of it, although I amongst writers, am like he that worse may hold the candle.
The mine hath two ways into it, the one by sea and the other by land; but a man may go into it by land, and return the same way if he please, and so he may enter into it by sea, and by sea he may come forth of it: but I for variety's sake went in by sea, and out by land. Now men may object, how can a man go into a mine, the entrance of it being into the sea, but that the sea will follow him, and so drown the mine? To which objection thus I answer, that at low water mark, the sea being ebbed away, and a great part of the sand bare; upon this