DRUNKEN BARNABY'S 
 FOUR JOURNEYS.
 
 DRUNKEN SAtiSrA^S 
 
 FOUR JOURNEYS 
 TO THE NORTH OF ENGLAND. 
 
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 J. HARDING, NO. 30*, ST. JAMES'S STREET. 
 
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 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 A new edition of Drunken Barnaby's Jour- 
 
 :s?nal, in Latin and English rhime, having been 
 
 _$long a desideratum in the literary world, the 
 
 Publisher thought it would be deserving well 
 
 r h4 of such as had a taste for wit and learning 
 
 H to extend the acquaintance of a festive bard, 
 
 who has delighted all to whom he has been 
 
 known. 
 
 A Frenchman has written a volume, con- 
 cerning authors who had published works 
 under fictitious names. The facetious author 
 of " Travels to the North, four times back- 
 ward and forward," might be enrolled in the
 
 VI ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 number ; for there is reason to believe Bar- 
 naby Harrington to be a denomination void 
 and vain. 
 
 Various motives, good and bad, induce au- 
 thors to conceal themselves from the public. 
 Out of a capricious haughtiness, Swift rarely 
 avowed any of his productions : and Vol- 
 taire, from regard to his personal repose, 
 disavowed many of his, with an earnestness 
 not very consistent with the principles of 
 truth. But the motives to concealment, 
 whatever they may be, have force only for 
 a time ; the pride and fascination of author- 
 ship, usually prevail in the end with every 
 attractive writer, to lay claim to the laurels 
 of literature. This however is not invariably 
 the case ; whether from fortuitous circum- 
 stances, or peculiarity of disposition, there 
 are several celebrated productions of which 
 the authors remain inscrutable to curiosity. 
 The famous Barnaby Harrington's Travels 
 is perhaps to be one instance of the kind.
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. VK 
 
 On the perusal of a performance possess- 
 ing so much merit, as well as eccentricity, a 
 strong desire is excited to know what the 
 author was, when he lived, and when he 
 wrote. Some notices are contained in his 
 own pages; they give us to understand, that 
 his name was Harrington ; that he was born 
 at Appleby ; that he married at Darlington ; 
 and at last settled in the North, as a dealer 
 in horses and cattle. But who can say, 
 whether these particulars are real or imagin- 
 ary ? Upon a reference to many sources of 
 information, no proof of them can be found. 
 
 Barnaby's Travels are sometimes quoted 
 in books : in Gent's History of York; in Bou- 
 cher's Biographia Cumberland iaj ; in Hutch- 
 inson's History of Durham, 8tc. &c. and they 
 have obtained so much regard, that several 
 copies are extant with manuscript comments. 
 Hitherto, however, no biographical account 
 of him has been given ; the real has not been 
 distinguished from the assumed character of
 
 Vlll ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 the writer. The editor of the second edition 
 of, the work, calls him a Graduate of Queen's 
 College, Oxford ; an assertion not corrobor- 
 ated by the author ; nor is his name to be 
 found in the lists of Oxford or Cambridge 
 graduates. A manuscript memorandum states 
 him to have been a Schoolmaster in York- 
 shire; but without assigning any authority. 
 Barnaby gives no intimation himself of his 
 vocation or business, until, in his lastjourne}', 
 he becomes horse-dealer. It would be diffi- 
 cult to decide how far his Journal is a faith- 
 ful relation; it seems alike improbable, 
 that he should have feigned the whole, 
 or that a man of such powers of intellect us 
 lie displays, should be engaged in the man- 
 ner he represents himself, in perpetual ine- 
 briation with low associates. These courses 
 militate against the tenor of an address to 
 the reader, prefixed to the fiist edition; and 
 which being afterwards omitted, we shall 
 here introduce.
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. IX 
 
 " Good reader, if this impression have 
 errors in it, excuse it ; the copy was obscure, 
 neither was the author, by reason of his dis- 
 tance and imployments of higher conse- 
 quence, made acquainted with the publish- 
 ing of it. 
 
 His Patavinus erravit prelis, 
 Authorem suis lacerando telis. 
 Philander." 
 
 Fiction may be supposed to have some 
 share in Barnaby's descriptions ; probably a 
 large share. Having invested himself with 
 a poetical character, it may be presumed, 
 that he both fabricated and adapted inci- 
 dents to suit it, like other dealers in poetry. 
 A song, such as the perusal of his Travels 
 might suggest, was composed, and is eited by 
 one of his editors, but as only a single couplet 
 of it has been given, we shall gratify the 
 curious with two more.
 
 X ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 " Barnaby, Barnaby, thou'st been drinking, 
 I can tell by thy nose and thy eyes wink- 
 ing. 
 
 Drunk at Richmond, drunk at Dover, 
 Drunk at Newcastle, and drunk all over. 
 
 Hey Barnaby ! take't for a warning, 
 
 Be no more drunk nor dry in a morning*." 
 
 This song was considered as a curiosity by 
 the late Mr. Ritson, having been recovered, 
 from the recollection of his mother, a north 
 country woman. Barnaby was a great fa- 
 vourite with Mr. R.; and he regarded him 
 rather as a real than a fictitious character. 
 
 The period of Barnaby 's living and writ- 
 ing, though not ascertained with preciseness, 
 is not so much obscured from view as his per- 
 son. Several circumstances concur to mani- 
 
 * From the very obliging communication of Thomas 
 Park, Esq. whose stores of varied and extensive informa- 
 tion are rendered the more valuable, because accompanied 
 by a disposition most liberally communicative.
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. XI 
 
 fest, that it was in the early part of the seven- 
 teenth century. 
 
 The original edition of the Travels has no 
 date ; is of very diminutive size; and has the 
 appearance of being printed about the middle 
 of that century. It has a frontispiece, en- 
 graved by W. Marshall, who flourished from 
 163.5 to 1650. 
 
 fn 1716, was printed the next edition, 
 which, instead of an address to the reader 
 that accompanied the former, substituted the 
 Latin address, Editor Lecto7-i. The period 
 of republication seems to have been too re- 
 mote for the editor to gain much knowledge 
 of the author. Accordingly, he gives no in- 
 formation respecting Barnaby, in addition to 
 what his own pages supply, except that of 
 calling him " a Graduate of Oxford," which 
 upon examination, has proved to be an un- 
 founded report. 
 
 A third edition in 1723, added an English 
 Advertisement, and an Index. A fourth,
 
 XII ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 which is the latest, was printed in 1774, with 
 no variation from the preceding. 
 
 With respect to time, there is internal evi- 
 dence; Barnaby mentions Middleton, as en- 
 riched by the New River. 
 
 Amnes lenem dantes sonum, 
 
 Qui ditarunt Middletonum. p. GO. 
 
 This allusion could be strictly applicable, 
 only in the early stage of the project for con- 
 veying the stream from Amwell to London, 
 undertaken by Sir Hugh Middleton in 1(313, 
 when riches were doubtless expected from it; 
 but not afterwards, when it had exhausted 
 his wealth, unless ironically. The allusion 
 at any rate shows, that the undertaking was 
 recent. 
 
 On passing through Wansforth Briggs* 
 Barnaby mentions an inscription, common 
 in the early part of the seventeenth century, 
 on account of the plague which then fre- 
 quently infested different parts of England.
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. Xlll 
 
 Sed seribentem digitum Dei 
 Spectans " Miserere mei/' 
 Atriis, angulis confestim, 
 Evitandi cura pestem. 
 Fugi. p- 76. 
 
 He observes that Pom fret had been a place 
 very sinister to English Princes*, 
 
 Veni Pomfret, ubi miram 
 
 Arcem, Anglis regibus diram. p. 90. 
 
 and is so rilled with the idea, as to continue 
 the observation in a note, with a sort of pre- 
 diction of the fate of S . 
 
 Regibus Anglorum dedit arx tuadira ruinam, 
 
 Hoc titulo fatum cerne S , tuum. 
 
 ibid. 
 
 If this S is rendered Stuarte, for 
 
 which it seems to be meant, it will fix the 
 date of Barnaby's travelling or writing to the 
 period of the civil wars. 
 
 * Richard II. and two of Edward the Fifth's uncles, were 
 murdered in Pomfret (Pontefract) Castle.
 
 XIV ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 Barnaby mentions a Piper, who recovered 
 his vital functions after being hanged at 
 York ; calling himself a witness to the truth 
 of this extraordinary incident, which hap- 
 pened in the year 1634. The story is thus 
 told in Gent's Hi story of York, 1730. p. 223. 
 
 "This year (1634) one John Bartendalc 
 was executed at York gallows for felony. 
 When he had hung three quarters of an hour, 
 he was cut down and buried near the place 
 of execution. A little after, a gentleman of 
 the ancient family of the Vavasours, of Hes- 
 selwood, riding by, thought he saw the earth 
 move; upon which, ordering his man to 
 alight, and alighting himself, both of them 
 charitably assisted to throw by the mould, 
 and to help the buried convict from his 
 grave ; who, being conveyed again to York 
 Castle, was, by the same gentleman's inter- 
 cession, reprieved till the next assizes, and 
 then pardoned by the Judge, who seemed 
 amazed at so signal a providence. And this
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. XV 
 
 puts me in mind, that the said Bartendale 
 was a piper, taken notice of by Barhaby, in 
 his book of travels into the northern parts. 
 
 " I have been told the poor fellow turned 
 hostler, and lived very honestly afterwards. 
 Having been demanded, what he could tell 
 in relation to hanging, as having experi- 
 enced it, he replied, " That when he was 
 turned off, flashes of fire seemed to dart from 
 his eves, from which he fell into a state of 
 darkness and insensibility, &c. Sec." 
 
 Barnaby tells us of his giving alms to a 
 beggar at Harrington. 
 
 Harringtoni dedi minimum, p. 72. 
 
 A Harrington was a town piece; trades- 
 man's token, or other small coin, current in 
 the early part of the seventeenth century. 
 It is frequently mentioned by Ben Jonson, 
 as in the Devil is an Ass " I will not bate a 
 Harrington o'the sum." 
 
 This, after much labour of investigation,
 
 XVI ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 which, it would wear the appearance of affec- 
 tation to detail is all we have discovered 
 concerning the singular performance which 
 has for its adumbrated author, Barnaby Har- 
 rington; and for a great part of this we are 
 under obligations to literary persons, whose 
 readiness of communication claims our best 
 acknowledgments, while their eminence for- 
 bids us to name them on an occasion which 
 might be deemed too trivial. Further notices 
 of the author may possibly exist in books, 
 out of the common track of reading; and we 
 solicit the favour of information, addressed 
 to the publisher, from those who may be able 
 to communicate any towards bringing him 
 to light. 
 
 Barnaby Harrington, whoever he was, is 
 entitled to the kindness of the world, for the 
 entertainment he affords. His humour, his 
 gaiety, and his learning, give him no mean 
 rank amongst authors. 
 
 It has been observed, that poetry is not a
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. XVII 
 
 little indebted to geography and topography ; 
 which, besides numerous incidental descrip- 
 tions, have furnished materials for many 
 entire poems. Ausonius has employed his 
 muse to celebrate the considerable towns of 
 his country. Rutilius has left an elegant 
 itinerary in verse, of which we regret the 
 mutilation. Drayton has voluminously ver- 
 sified the whole topography of the British 
 Island. Regnard has narrated in alterna- 
 tions of prose and rhime, a Journey to Pro- 
 vence ; a very pleasing effusion of spriteli- 
 ness. Gay has exercised his humourous and 
 poetical vein in the detail of a Journey to 
 Exeter: and Prior has displayed his facetious 
 talent in the recital of his excursion to Down. 
 Barnaby Harrington, in the relation of his 
 Travels, is inferior to none in vivacity, in wit, 
 or in erudition. Many ingenious and learn- 
 ed allusions are interspersed. If he lived as 
 a drunkard, he thought at least as a scholar. 
 He shows himself acquainted with the his-
 
 XVI11 ADVERTISEMENT. 
 
 tory, antiquities, and customs of every place 
 he visits ; and exhibits so much acuteness of 
 remark, and keenness of satire, that he is 
 evidently, sub persona, a drunkard merely in 
 masquerade. 
 
 It would be a great injustice to Barnaby, 
 to form any estimate of his merits from the 
 English version, which is upon the whole 
 unworthy of the Latin text, though it has. 
 some passages that give pleasure. From the 
 disparity of the Latin and English, we are 
 inclined to believe that Barnaby had no 
 share in the composition of the latter; which, 
 yet we dare not venture to assert ; recollect- 
 ing that the English verse of May is justly 
 condemned to oblivion for its meanness, 
 ruggedness, and obscurity, while he shines a 
 poet of supreme excellence in Latin. It is 
 observable that the English version of the 
 original edition of Barnaby, differs in various 
 places from the subsequent editions. 
 
 The first edition of this work contained a
 
 ADVERTISEMENT. XIX 
 
 frontispiece only; a plate was added in the 
 second edition, and in the third edition of 
 1723, four plates were introduced; but as 
 none of these are materially connected with 
 the work, nor possess any particular merit, 
 either of design or execution, they have been 
 superseded by seven new vignettes. 
 
 April, 1805.
 
 ERRATUM. 
 P. -2-2, third line from hot torn, for ausi read hau<
 
 J3ARNAB^ ITINERARIUM, 
 
 MIRTILI T FAUSTULI 
 
 kominibus insignitum: 
 
 VIATORIS SOI.ATIO NL'PERRIME EDITUM, APTISjI.MlS 
 
 NUMERIS REDACTUM, VETERIQUE TONO 
 
 BARNABJE PUBLICE DECANTATUM. 
 
 AUTIIORE CORYMB.EO. 
 
 LONDINI: 
 
 1MPENSIS AB ANNO 17l6.
 
 BARNABY'S JOURNAL, 
 
 UNDER THE NAMES OF 
 
 MIRTILUS AND FAUSTULUS 
 
 SHADOW'D ; 
 
 FOR THE TRAVELLER S SOLACE LATELY PUBLISH D, TO 
 
 MOST APT NUMBERS REDUC'd, AND TO THE OLD 
 
 TUNE OF BARNABY COMMONLY CHANTED. 
 
 By CORYMBjEUS. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 PRINTED IN THE YEAR 1 7 1 G.
 
 EDITOR LECTORI. 
 
 (Prefixed to the Edition of 1716.) 
 
 Quum prinium reperi libellum hunc lepi- 
 dissimum legendo gaudebam, quod & tu fa- 
 des cum legeris nullus dubito. Editum in- 
 veni absq; aera, absq; nomine vel Authoris, 
 vel Bibliopolas, vel Typography aut ullo> 
 alio indicio possessorem ullum indicante ; 
 ergo statui mei juris esse, inq ; lucem emisi. 
 De Authore quod certum est subjiciam : Ab 
 amico meo doctissimo nunc prsesule intellexi 
 Authorem Barnabam Harrington fuisse ante 
 multos annos (forte nonaginta aut centum) 
 vel Socium, vel Artium Magistrum, aut 
 saltern Membrum Collegii Reginensis apud 
 Oxonienses, quod innuit etiam Author* 
 srcpius. Natus erat, ut ait ipse, Aballabaj 
 Westmarorum inter Septentriones ex antiqua
 
 XXVI EDITOR LECTORI. 
 
 stirpe, prole ibi adhuc manente. Hie esi 
 famosissimus ille de quo decantatum illud efe 
 tritum apud vulgus cantillatur, 
 
 Hey Barnaby ! take't for a warning, 
 Be no more drunk nor dry in a morning. 
 
 De libro nulla est necessitas addend i quid- 
 quam ; facile perleges, et perlecto judicabis. 
 De Versu, de Metro, de Erroribus neq ; est 
 quod addam, ipse enim Autor satis ludicrc 
 in Errata libro prasfixa seipsum vinclicavit, 
 quuui ait, 
 
 Quid si sedem muto sede ? 
 Quid si Carmen claudo pede? 
 Quid si noctem sensi diem r 
 Quid si veprem esse viamr 
 Sat est, Verbum declinavi, 
 " Titubo, titubas, titubavi." 
 
 Vale et ride aflatim, Lector,
 
 THE 
 
 PREFACE TO THE READER. 
 
 (Prefixed to the Edition of 1723.) 
 
 It will not, I hope, be thought unneces- 
 sary, if I lay before the Reader my reason 
 for republishing this facetious little book, 
 after a delitescency of near a hundred years. 
 Being desired by a gentlewoman to look over 
 a parcel of old books, among' 'em I chanc'd 
 upon Drunken Barnaby, which, reading, gave 
 me satisfaction for my trouble; whereupon 
 I took a resolution to publish it, that others 
 might therewith be pleased as well as myself. 
 What I can gather of the Author is chiefly 
 from himself; for he says, coming to a place 
 called Harrington, he was well pleased with 
 the omen, and spent some money there for 
 namesake, so that I conclude his name was 
 Barnaby Harrington. He further says, that
 
 XXV1I1 THE PREFACE. 
 
 after a tedious journey of about six miles a 
 day, and sometimes three or four, (very 
 weary, and heavy laden) he at last arrived 
 at Appleby in Westmoreland, where he was 
 born* and where, if I mistake not, there are 
 some remains of the family still living. That 
 he was a Graduate in Queen's College, Oxon, 
 is plain, but I have not had an opportunity 
 of knowing what degrees he took. 'Tis the 
 man, no doubt, of whom the song says, 
 
 Hey Barnaby ! take't for a warning, &a. 
 
 He says, he afterwards (after four journeys 
 backward and forward) married in the coun- 
 try, turned farmer, and frequented the horse 
 fairs all round the country, buying horses 
 when cheap, and (like a true jockey) selling 
 them when dear, upon which he is very plea- 
 sant. I thought tit to say thus much, and 
 more I have not, only wish the Reader pleas'd,. 
 as I was.
 
 LOYAL PHEANDER 
 
 TO HIS 
 
 ROYAL ALEXANDER. 
 
 The title, noble friend, of Ale-xander, 
 Were it nought else, implies a great com- 
 mander : 
 And so you shall be still of me and mine, 
 With Barnaby couch 'd in a reeling rhime : 
 Nor wonder, friend, if his dimensions reel, 
 Whose head makes such iambicks with his 
 heel.
 
 AD 
 
 VIATOREM. 
 
 Oppida dum peragras, peragrando Poemata 
 
 spectes, 
 Spectando titubes, Barnabe, nomen habes.
 
 TO THE 
 
 TRAVELLER. 
 
 Towns while thou walk'st 
 And see'st this poetry, 
 
 And seeing, stum blest, 
 Thou art Barnaby.
 
 AD 
 
 TRANSLATOREM. 
 
 Pessimus est cerdo, qui transtulit ordine 
 
 calvo, 
 Non res sed voces percutiendo ieves, 
 J\t hie translator corii peramabilis Actor, 
 Qui rythmo pollens fit ratione satur.
 
 TO THE 
 
 TRANSLATOR. 
 
 That paltry patcher is a bold translator, 
 
 Whose awl bores at the words but not the 
 matter : 
 
 But this translator makes good use of lea- 
 ther, 
 
 By stitching rhyme and reason both toge- 
 ther.
 
 IN 
 
 ERRATA. 
 
 Lector, ne mireris ilia, 
 Villam si mutavi villa, 
 Si regressum feci metro, 
 Retro ante, ante retro 
 Inserendo, ut prsepono 
 Godmanchester Harringtono. 
 Quid si breves fiant Jongi ? 
 Si vocales sint dipthongi ? 
 Quid si graves sint acuti ? 
 Si accentus fiant muti r 
 Quid si plackle, plene, plane, 
 Fregi frontem Prisciani ? 
 Quid si sedcm muto 6ede ? 
 Quid si carmen claudo pede ? 
 Quid si noctem sensi diem ? 
 Quid si veprem esse viam ? 
 Sat est, verbum declinavi, 
 " Titubo, titubas, titubavi."
 
 UPON THE 
 
 ERRATA. 
 
 Reader, think no wonder by it, 
 If with town I've town supplied ; 
 If my metre's backward nature 
 Set before what shou'd be later: 
 As for instance is exprest there, 
 Harrington after Godmanchester. 
 What tho' breve's be made longo's, 
 What tho' vowels be dipthongo's ? 
 What tho' graves become acute too ? 
 What tho' accents become mute too ? 
 W r hat tho' freely, fully, plainly, 
 I've broke Priscian's forehead mainly ? 
 What tho' seat with seat I've strained ? 
 What tho' my limp verse be maimed? 
 What tho' night I've ta'en for day too? 
 What tho' I've made briers my way too ? 
 Know ye, I've declin'd most bravely, 
 " Titubo, titubas, titubavi."
 
 INDEX OPERIS. 
 
 Mulciber> uva, Venus, redolens ampulla, 
 
 Silenus, 
 Effigiem titulis explicuere suis. 
 Sic me Parnassi deserta per ardua dulcis 
 Raptat amor
 
 THE 
 
 INDEX OF THIS WORK. 
 
 Vulcan, grape, Venus, 
 
 Bottle, Silen's hook, 
 Have all explained 
 
 The title of this book. 
 Thus through vast desarts, 
 
 Promontories wild, 
 Parnassus love draws 
 
 Bacchus' only child.
 
 BARNABiE HARRINGTON1 
 
 ET NUNC ET DUDUM DECANTATI 
 
 ITINERARIUM BOREUM, 
 
 QUATER RETROVERSUS. 
 
 PARS PRIMA. 
 
 Mirtillus et Faustulus Inttrhcutores. 
 
 Mir. O Faustule ! tende palmam, 
 Accipe calicem vitibus alinam ; 
 Tunc vinctus es dolore? 
 Uvae tinctus sis colore. 
 Sperne opes, sperne dapes, 
 Merge euras, reete sapis. 
 
 O Fastule, die amico 
 Quo in loco, quo in vico,
 
 THE FAMOUS 
 
 BARNABY HARRINGTON'S 
 
 TRAVELS TO THE NORTH, 
 
 FOUR TIMES BACKWARD AND FORWARD. 
 
 PART THE FIRST. 
 
 Mirtillus and Faustulus, a Dialogue. 
 
 Mir. O Little Faustus ! stretch thy hand out, 
 Take thy liquor, do not stand out ; 
 Art thou 'prest with griping dolour? 
 Let rich wine advance thy colour. 
 Bread's a binder, wealth's a miser, 
 Drink down care, and thorn" t be wiser. 
 
 Little Fauslus, tell thy true heart, 
 In what region, coast, or new part,
 
 4 barnaba; itinerarium. 
 
 Sive campo, sive tecto, 
 Sine linteo, sine lecto, 
 Propinasti, queis tabernis, 
 An in terris, an avernis ? 
 
 Faustul. O Mirtille ! baculum fixi 
 Mille locis ubi vixi, 
 In pistrinis, in popinis, 
 In coquinis, in culinis, 
 Hue, et illuCj, istic, ibi, 
 Hausi'potus, plus quam cibi. 
 
 In progressu boreali, 
 Ut processi ab australi, 
 Veni Banbury, O profanum ! 
 Ubi vidi Puritanum, 
 Felem facientem f'urem, 
 Quod Sabbatho stravit murein. 
 
 Veni Oxon, eui comes 
 Est Minerva, fons Platonis; 
 Unde seatent peramcene 
 Aganippe, Hippocrene ; 
 Totum fit Atheniense, 
 Imo Comu Reginense.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 5 
 
 Field or fold, thou hast been bousing, 
 Without linen, bedding, housing ; 
 In what tavern, pray thee show us, 
 Here on earth, or else below us ? 
 
 Faustus O Mirtillus ! I will show thee 
 Thousand places since I saw thee, 
 In the bakehouse I had switching, 
 In the taphouse, cookshop, kitchen ; 
 This way, that way, each way shrank I, 
 Little eat I, deeply drank I. 
 
 In my progress travelling northward, 
 Taking farewell of the southward, 
 To Banbury came I, O prophane one ! 
 Where I saw a Puritane one 
 Hanging of his cat on Monday, 
 For killing of a mouse on Sunday. 
 
 To Oxford came I, whose companion 
 Is Minerva, well Platonian ; 
 From whose seat do stream most seemly, 
 Aganippe, Hippocrene ; 
 Each thing there's the Muse's minion, 
 The Horn at Queen's speaks pure Athenian.
 
 6 BARNABJg ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Inde Godstow, cum amicis, 
 Vidi tumbam meretricis ; 
 Rosamundatn tegit humus, 
 Pulvis et umbra corpore sumus; 
 Sic qui teget, quae tegetur, 
 Ordine certo sepelietur. 
 
 Inde Woodstock, quo spectandum 
 Labyrinthum memorandum 
 Ferunt; sed spectare nollem, 
 Reperi vivam hospitem mollem ; 
 Gratior sociis est jucundis 
 Mille mortuis Rosamundis. 
 
 Veni Barkley, ubi natus 
 Stirpe vili Magistrates, 
 Quern conspexi residentem, 
 Strain ine tectum contegentem, 
 Et me vocans, ' Male agis, 
 ' Bibe minus, ede magis.' 
 
 Veni Dai n tree cum puella, 
 Procerum celebre duello, 
 Ibi bibi in caupona, 
 Nota muliere bona,
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 7 
 
 Thence to Godstow, with iny lovers, 
 Where a tomb a strumpet covers ; 
 Rosamond lies there interr'd. 
 Flesh to dust and shades compar'd ; 
 Lie he above, or lie she under, 
 To be buried is no wonder. 
 
 Thence to Woodstock I resorted, 
 Where a labyrinth's reported; 
 No more of that, it is above me, 
 I found a tender housewife that did love me; 
 And her guests more sweetly eyeing, 
 Than thousand Rosamonds a dying. 
 
 From thence toBarkley, as did beseem one, 
 The May'r I saw, a wond'rous mean one, 
 Sitting, thatching, and bestowing 
 On a windblown house a strawing ; 
 On me call'd he, and did charm me, 
 ' Drink less, eat more, I do warn thee.' 
 
 Thence to Daintree with my jewel, 
 Famous lor a noble duel, 
 Where I drank, and took my common 
 In a taphouse with my woman :
 
 8 BARNABJE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Cum qua vixi semper idem, 
 Donee creta fregit fidem. 
 
 Veni Leicester ad Campari am, 
 Ubi men tern laesi sanam; 
 Prima nocte mille modis 
 Flagellarunt me custodes, 
 Pelle sparsi sunt livores 
 Meos castigare mores. 
 
 Veni Gotham, ubi multos 
 Si non omnes vidi stultos, 
 Nam scrutando reperi unam 
 Salientem contra lunam, 
 Alteram nitidam puellam 
 Offerentem porco sellam. 
 
 Veni Nottingham # , tyrones 
 Sherwoodenses sunt latrones, 
 Instar Robin Hood, et servi 
 Scarlet et Joannis Parvi ; 
 Passim, sparsim peculantur, 
 Cellis, sylvis deprsedantur. 
 
 * Mortimeriados morti <los, gloria pulvis, 
 Atria sunt frondes, nobilis aula seges.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL, 
 
 While I had it, there I paid it, 
 Till long chalking broke my credit. 
 
 Thence I came to th' Bell at Leicester, 
 Where strong ale my brains did pester; 
 First night besure I was admitted 
 By the watchman I was whipped, 
 Black and blue, like any tetter, 
 Beat [ was to make me better. 
 
 Thence to Gotham, where, sure am I, 
 Though not all fools, I saw many ; 
 Here a she bull found I prancing, 
 And in moonshine nimbly dancing : 
 There another wanton mad one, 
 Who her hog was set astride on. 
 
 Thence to Nottingham*, where rovers, 
 Highway riders, Sherwood drovers, 
 Like old Robin Hood, and Scarlet, 
 Or like Little John, his varlet; 
 Here and there they show them doughty, 
 In cells and woods to get their booty. 
 
 * Brave Mortimer's now dead, his glory dust, 
 His courts are clad with grass, his hall with rust,
 
 10 BARNAB.E ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Veni Mansfield, ubi noram 
 Mulierculam decoram, 
 Cum qua nudam feci pactum : 
 Dedi ictum, egi actum ; 
 Sed pregnantem timens illam, 
 Sprevi villam et ancillam. 
 
 Veni Overbowles *, ubi Dani 
 Habitarunt tempore Jani; 
 Pater oppidanus callis 
 Circumcirca clausus vallis, 
 Castris, claustris, et speluncis 
 Tectus cceeis, tectus juncis. 
 
 Nunc gTadus anfractus, cisterna fluenta spadonis, 
 
 Amplexus vermes, oscula mista rogis. 
 Clamat Tempus, Edo ; vocemque rcpercutit Echo ; 
 
 Sed nunquam redeo, voce resurgit, ego. 
 O vos heroes ! attendite fata sepulchris 
 
 Heroum, patriis qui redierc thoris ! 
 Non estis luti melioris in orbe superbis; 
 
 Hi didiccre mori, discite morte sequi. 
 
 * Temporibus Jani sedes fuit ultima Dani, 
 -Conspicuis vallis obsita, fixa palis.
 
 barnaby's journal. II 
 
 Thence to Mansfield, where I knew one, 
 That was a comely and a true one, 
 With her a naked compact made I, 
 Her long lov'd I, with her laid I; 
 Town and her I left both, doubtful 
 Lest my love had made her fruitful. 
 
 Thence to Overbowles *, where Danus 
 Dwelt with's Danes in time of Janus ; 
 Way to th' town is well dispos'd, 
 All about with trenches clos'd; 
 Pallisadoes hid with bushes, 
 Rampires overgrown with rushes. 
 
 His stairs steep steps, his horse troughs cisterns are, 
 Worms his embraces, kisses ashes share. 
 
 Time cries, I eat, and Echo answers it : 
 
 But gone, ne'er to return, is held unfit. 
 O heroes ! of these heroes take a view ; 
 They're to their fathers gone, and so must you 1 
 Of better clay you are not than these men, 
 And they are dead, and you must follow them. 
 
 * In Janus time was Danus seated here, 
 As by their pales and trenches may appear.
 
 12 BARNAB.E ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Sacra die e6 veni, 
 iEdes sanctae erant plenae, 
 Quorum percitus exemplo, 
 Quia Hospes erat templo, 
 Intrans vidi Sacerdotem, 
 Igne fatuo poculis notum. 
 
 Glires erant incolae villa^j, 
 Iste clamat, dormiunt ill i ; 
 Ipse tamen vixitita, 
 Si non corde veste trita ; 
 Fortem prae se ferens gestum, 
 Fregit pedibus suggestum *. 
 
 Qua occasione nacta, 
 Tola grex exporgefactaf , 
 Sacerdote derelicto, 
 Tabulis fractis graviter icto, 
 Pransum redeunt; unus horum, 
 Plebem secpjor non Pastorem. 
 
 * Fragmina suggest; sacrarunt fcrcula festi. 
 
 LUCRET. 
 
 -J- O cives, cives, sacris attendite rivis, 
 Prseceptor lcgerit, vos vero negligitis.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 12 
 
 On a feast day I came thither, 
 When good people rlock'd together, 
 Where (induc'd by Host's example) 
 I repair'd unto the temple, 
 Where I heard the Preacher gravely, 
 With his red nose tipt most bravely. 
 
 Dormice like the people seem'd, 
 Though he cry'd, they sleeping dream'd ; 
 For his life, though there was harm in't, 
 Heart was less rent than his garment; 
 With his feet he did so thunder, 
 That the pulpit* fell asunder. 
 
 Which occasion having gotten 
 All awake t, the pulpit broken, 
 While the Preacher lay sore wounded, 
 With move boards than beards surrounded; 
 All to dinner, who might faster, 
 So among them I left Pastor. 
 
 * The fragments of which pulpit they were pleas'd 
 To sacrifice to th' ashes of their feast. Lucret. 
 
 f Pray you, good townsmen, sacred springs affect. 
 Let not your preacher read, and you neglect.
 
 14 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Clowne, ubi vellem 
 Pro liquore dare pellem; 
 Ibi cerebro inani 
 Vidi conjugem Vulcani, 
 Quae me hospitem tractat bene 
 Donee restat nil crumenae. 
 
 Veni Roth'ram usque Taurum, 
 Et reliqui ibi aurum ; 
 Diu steti ; sed in pontem 
 Titubando fregi f'rontern, 
 Quo pudore pulsus, docte 
 Clam putabam ire nocte. 
 
 Veni Doncaster, ubi sitam 
 Vidi levem et Levitam, 
 Quae vieta et vetusta, 
 Parum pulchra aut venusta, 
 Cupit tamen penetrari, 
 Pingi, pungi, osculari. 
 
 Veni Aberford*, ubi notum 
 Quod aciculis emunt poturn, 
 
 * Eo tempore, quo in hoc pauperiore vico hospitium sus- 
 cepimus, quidam Acicularius, c grege prse cseteris fama
 
 barnaby's journal. 15 
 
 Thence to Clowne I came the quicker, 
 Where I'd given my skin for liquor; 
 None was there to entertain us, 
 But a noggin of Vulcanus; 
 Who afforded welcome plenty, 
 Till my seamrent purse was empty. 
 
 Thence to th' Bull at Roth'rarn came I, 
 Where my gold, if I had any, 
 Left I, long I stoutly roared, 
 Till on bridge I broke my forehead, 
 Whence asham'd, while forehead smarted, 
 I by night-time thence departed. 
 
 Thence to Donc'ster, who'll believe it? 
 Both a light one and a Levite 
 There I view'd; too, too aged, 
 \ et to love so far engaged. 
 That on earth she only wished 
 To be painted, pricked, kissed. 
 
 Thence to ,Aberford # , whose beginning 
 Came from buying drink with pinning: 
 
 * At such time as we sojourned in this poor village, i f 
 shanced that a certain Pinner, and of the choicest of aH
 
 iG BARNAB.E itinerarium. 
 
 Pauperes sunt et indigentes, 
 Mulluui tamen sitientes; 
 Parum habent, nee habentur 
 Ulla, quae non tenet venter. 
 
 Veni Wetherb*, ubi visam 
 Clari ducis meretricem, 
 Amplexurus, porta strepit, 
 Et strependo dux me cepit; 
 Ut me cepit, aurem vellit, 
 Et praecepitem foris pellit. 
 
 Hinc diverso cursu, sero 
 Quod audissem de Pindero 
 
 e^regius, aciculari pulvere suffocatus, interiit; in cujus me- 
 nioriam hoc inscriptum comperimus epitaphium . 
 
 O Mors crudelis ! 
 
 Quae tuis telis 
 
 Artificcm stravisti, 
 Qui meliorem 
 Erasit pulverem 
 
 Quam tu de eo fecisti. 
 
 * In corneolo angiportu, 
 Sub amoeniore hortu, 
 Speciosa manet scorta, 
 Meretricia procans sporta.
 
 BARNABYS JOURNAL. 17 
 
 Poor they are, and very needy, 
 Yet of liquor very greedy : 
 Had they never so much plenty, 
 Belly 'd make their purses empty. 
 
 Thence to Wetherb'i", where an apt one 
 To be punk unto a captain 
 I embrac'd, as I had got it, 
 But door creak'd, and captain smok'd it : 
 Took me by th' ears, and so drew me, 
 Till headlong down stairs he threw me. 
 
 Turning thence, none cou'd me hinder, 
 To salute the Wakefield Pindar ; 
 
 his flock, being choked with pin dust, died ; to whose 
 memory we find this epitaph recorded: 
 
 O cruel Death ! 
 
 To rob this man of breath, 
 Who, while he liv'd, in scraping of a pin, 
 Made better dust than thou hast made of him. 
 
 + Near Horn Alley, in a garden, 
 A wencli more wanton than Kate Arden 
 Sojourns ; one that scorns a waistcoat, 
 Wooing clients with her basket. 
 C
 
 18 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Wakefeeldensi, gloria mundi, 
 Ubi socii sunt jucundi, 
 Mecum statui peragrare 
 Georgii fusteni visitare. 
 
 Veni Wakefeeld peramaenum, 
 Ubi quaerens Georgium Grenum, 
 Non inveni, sed in lignum 
 Fixum reperi Georgii signum, 
 Ubi allam bibi feram, 
 Donee Georgio fortior eram. 
 
 Veni Bradford ; cessi foris 
 In familiam amoris ; 
 Amant istae et amantur, 
 Crescunt et multiplicantur; 
 Spiritus instructi arrnis, 
 Nocte colunt opera carnis. 
 
 Veni Kighley, ubi montes 
 Minitantes, vivi fontes, 
 Ardui colles, aridae valles, 
 Laeti tamen sunt sodales, 
 Festivantes et jueundi, 
 Ae si domini essent mundi.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 19 
 
 Who indeed is the world's glory, 
 
 With his comrades never sorry ; 
 
 This was the cause, lest you should miss it, 
 
 George's club I meant to visit. 
 
 Straight at Wakefield I was seen a, 
 Where I sought for George a Green a; 
 But cou'd find not such a creature, 
 Yet on a sign I saw his feature ; 
 Where strength of ale had so much stirr'd me 
 That I grew stouter far than Jordie. 
 
 Thence to Bradford, where 1 enter'd, 
 In family where love oft centred : 
 They love, are lov'd, and make no show, 
 Yet still grow, and do encrease too : 
 Furnish'd with their sprightly weapons, 
 She-flesh feels prk sts are no capons. 
 
 Thence to Kighley, where are mountains 
 Steepy threat'ning, living fountains; 
 Rising hills, and barren vallies, 
 Yet bon socios and good fellows ; 
 Jovial, jocund, jolly bowlers, 
 As they were the world's controllers.
 
 20 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Giggleswick ; parurn frugis 
 Profert tellus clausa jugis ; 
 Ibi vena* prope vise 
 Flu it, refluit, nocte, die, 
 Neque norunt unde vena, 
 An a sale vel arena. 
 
 Veni Clapham ; unus horum 
 Qui accivit voce forum, 
 Prima hora ut me visit, 
 Mihi halecem promisit; 
 Halecem mihi, calicem ei, 
 Pignus in amoris mei. 
 
 Veni Ingleton f, ubi degi 
 Donee Fabri caput fregi, 
 Quo peracto, in me ruunt 
 Mulieres ; saxa pluunt : 
 Queis perculsus, timens lsedi, 
 His posteriora dedi. 
 
 * E grcmio collis saliens scatct unda perennis, 
 Quae fluit ct refluit; nil tamen aestus habct. 
 
 f Pirgus inest fano, fanum sub acuminc collie, 
 Collis ab elatis actus auctus aquis.
 
 baknaby's journal. 21 
 
 Thence to Giggleswick most steril, 
 Hemm'd with rocks and shelves of peril : 
 Near to th' way as a traveller goes, 
 A fresh spring* both ebbs and flows: 
 Neither know the learn'd that travel, 
 What procures it, salt or gravel. 
 
 Thence to Clapham, drawing nigher, 
 He that was a common cryer 
 To a breakfast of an herring- 
 Did invite me first appearing. 
 Herring he, I drink bestow'd, 
 Pledges of the love we ow'd. 
 
 Some time at Ingleton I led f, 
 Until I broke the Blacksmith's head ; 
 At which enrag'd, with showers of stones 
 The women strove to break my bones ; 
 So fearing an unlucky thump, 
 I stole a march, and turn'd my rump 
 
 * Near th' bottom of this hill, close by the way, 
 A fresh spring ebbs and flows all hours o'th' day. 
 
 f The poor man's box is in the temple set, 
 Church under hill, the hill by waters beat.
 
 Q.Q. BARNABjE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Lonesdale, ubi cernam 
 Aulam factam in tabernam ; 
 Nitidae portae nivei muri, 
 Cyathi pleni, paucae curae; 
 Edunt, bibunt, ludunt, rident, 
 Cura dignum nihil vident. 
 
 Veni Cowbrow (Vaccae collem), 
 Ubi hospitem letigi mollem, 
 Pingui ventre, laeto vultu; 
 Tremulo eursu, trepido cultu, 
 Uti bibula titubat vates, 
 Donee eeeidit supra nates. 
 
 Veni Natland ; eo ventus, 
 Eboraci cjui eontemptus 
 Colligit, hospitium dedit, 
 Mccum bibit, mecum edit, 
 Semipotus, sicut usi, 
 Circa maypole plebe lusi. 
 
 Veni Kirkland, veni Kendall, 
 Omnia ausi (vulgo, spend all), 
 Noete, die, peramice 
 Bibi potum mistum pice.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 
 
 Thence to Lonesdale, where I view'd 
 An hall, which like a tavern show'd ; 
 Neat gates, white walls, nought was sparing, 
 Pots brimfull, no thought of caring: 
 They eat, drink, laugh, are stiJl mirth making, 
 Nought they see that's worth care taking. 
 
 Thence to Cowbrow, truth I'll tell ye, 
 Mine Hostess had a supple belly, 
 Body plump, and count'nance cheerful, 
 Reeling pace (a welcome fearful), 
 Like a drunken hag she stumbled, 
 Till she on her buttocks tumbled. 
 
 Thence to Natland, being come thither, 
 He who York's contempts did gather, 
 Gave me harbour; light as feather, 
 We both drank and eat together, 
 Till half tipsy, as it chanced, 
 We about the maypole danced. 
 
 Thence to Kirkland, thence to Kendall, 
 I did that which men call spend all: 
 Night and day, with sociates many, 
 I drank ale both thick and clammy.
 
 24 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 ' Tege caput, tende manum, 
 ( Manu caput fit insanum.' 
 
 His relictis, Staveley vidi, 
 Ubi tota nocte bibi, 
 Semper lepidus, semper laetus, 
 Inter hilares vixi coetus, 
 Queis jurando sum mansurus, 
 Donee Barnabae rediturus. 
 
 FINIS PARTIS PIUMjE.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 
 
 <15 
 
 ' Shroud thy head boy, stretch thy hand too, 
 1 Hand has done what head can't stand to.' 
 
 Leaving these, to Staveley came I, 
 Where now all night drinking am I, 
 Always frolick, free from yellows, 
 With a consort of good fellows ; 
 Where I'll stay, and end my journey, 
 Till brave Barnaby return a.
 
 26 
 
 IX 
 
 BACCHI THYRSUM 
 
 ET 
 
 BARNABiE NASUM: 
 EPIGRAMMA : 
 
 ALIAS 
 
 NASUTUM DILEMMA. 
 
 Haedera laeta bono non est suspensa f'alerno, 
 Thyrsus enim Bacchi, Barnabac nasus erit. 
 Non opus est thy rso, non frondi virent cupressi, 
 Si non thyrsus erit, Barnabas nasum olet. 
 
 COROLLAR1UM. 
 
 Non thyrsus, thyasus; cyathus tibi thyrsus et 
 
 ursus, 
 Thyrsus quo redoles ursus ut intus oles.
 
 27 
 
 UPON 
 
 BACCHUSS BUSH 
 
 AND 
 
 BARNABY'S NOSE; 
 
 AN EPIGRAM: 
 
 OR THE 
 
 LONGSNOUTED DILEMMA. 
 
 Good wine no bush doth need, as I suppose, 
 Let Bacchus bush be Barnaby's rich nose. 
 No bush, no garland needs of cyprus green, 
 Barnaby's nose may for a bush be seen. 
 
 COROLLARY. 
 
 No bush no garland ; pot's thy bush and 
 
 bear : 
 Of bear and bush thou smellest all the year.
 
 28 
 
 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 PARS II. 
 
 Mir. Fuuste (Faustule) rcdiisti; 
 Nana (precor) quo venisti ; 
 Villos, vicos, visitasti, 
 Coetus, situs peragrasti ? 
 Certe scis, ab aquilone 
 Multum mali, parvum boni.
 
 PART II. 
 
 Mir. Young Fauste happily returned ; 
 Tell me, prithee, where'st sojourned ; 
 What towns, villages thou'st viewed, 
 What seats, sights, or states were showed r 
 Sure thou know'st the North's uncivil, 
 Small good comes thence, but much evil.
 
 30 BARNABjE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Faustul. Hie ego sum qui quondam ; 
 Crines, mores, vestes nondum 
 Sunt mutatas ; nam recessi 
 Calceamentis queis discessi, 
 Neque pectine usus fui, 
 Sic me meis juvat frui. 
 
 Sed arrectis auribus audi, 
 Quid dilexi, quicquid odi, 
 Pontes *, fontes, montes, valles, 
 Caulas, cellas, colles, calles, 
 Vias, villas, vieos, vices, 
 Castas, cautas, meretrices. 
 
 Dicam (quod mirandum) verum, 
 Non pauperior sum quam eram, 
 Uno nee quadrante ditior, 
 Lautior, laitior, nee felicior, 
 Mollior, melior, potior, pejor, 
 Minus sanus, inagis a?.ger. 
 
 Ego enim mundum totum 
 Tanti esse quanti potum 
 
 * Anglia, mons, fons, pons, ecclesia, foemina, lana.
 
 barnaby's journal. 31 
 
 Faust id. What I was once, same am I now. 
 Hair, conditions, garments, too; 
 Yea, there's no man justly doubteth, 
 These the same shoes I went out with* 
 And for comb I ne'er us'd any, 
 Lest I lost some of my money. 
 
 But attend me, and partake it, 
 What I loved, what I hated ; 
 Bridges*, fountains, mountains, vallies, 
 Huts, cells, hillocks, highways, shallows* 
 Paths, towns, villages, and trenches; 
 Chaste, choice, chary, merry wenches. 
 
 Truth I'll tell thee, nothing surer, 
 Richer am not, nor yet poorer ; 
 Gladder, madder, nor more pleasing, 
 Blither, brisker, more in season; 
 Better, worser, thinner, thicker, 
 Neither healthier nor sicker. 
 
 For the world, I so far prize it, 
 But for liquor I'd despise it: 
 
 * England, amongst all nations, is most full 
 Of hills, wells, bridges, churches, women, wool.
 
 32 BARNAB^E 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Semper duxi : mori mallem 
 Nobilem quam vitare allam : 
 Sobrius, similis apparet agno ; 
 Ebrius, Alexandro Magno. 
 
 Leviore nam mseandro 
 Capite capto, sum Lysandro 
 Mill to fortior, et illaesum 
 Puto me capturum Rhesum : 
 Sed ne tibi gravior essem, 
 Nunc descendam ad Progressum. 
 
 Primo occurrit peregranti 
 Oppidum* Joannis Ganti, 
 Sedes nota et vetusta, 
 Mendicantibus onusta, 
 Janitorem habens qualem 
 Mundus vix ostendet talem. 
 
 Veni Ashton, ubi vinum, 
 Militem et heroin am,, 
 Clarum, charum, et formosam, 
 Damam, domum speciosam 
 
 * Scinditur a clivo turris, bitumine murus j 
 Mcenia sic propriis sunt redditura rogis.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. i 
 
 Thousand deaths I'd rather die too, 
 Than old ale mine enemy too : 
 Sober, lamblike do I wander; 
 Drunk, I'm stout as Alexander. 
 
 When my head feels its meander, 
 I am stronger than Lysander : 
 Th' Isle of Ree, I little fear it, 
 Without wound to win and wear it : 
 But lest tedious I express me, 
 To my Progress I'll address me. 
 
 First place where I first was known a, 
 Was brave John a Gant's old town a*: 
 A seat anciently renowned, 
 But with store of beggars crowned; 
 For a gaoler ripe and mellow, 
 The world has not such a fellow. 
 
 Thence to Ashton, good as may be 
 Was the wine, brave knight, bright lady ; 
 All I saw was comely, specious, 
 Seemly gracious, neatly precious ; 
 
 * An ancient arch doth threaten a decline, 
 And so must strongest piles give way to time. 
 D
 
 34 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Vidi; mersi mero musam, 
 Donee pes ami sit usum. 
 
 Veni Garstang, ubi male 
 Intrans forum bestiale, 
 Forte vacillando vico 
 Hue et illuc cum amico, 
 In juvencae dorsum rui 
 Cujus cornu laesus fui. 
 
 Veni Preston; ductus eram 
 Ad bacchantem Banisterum ; 
 Ac si una stirpe nati, 
 Fratres fuimusjurati; 
 Septem dies ibi inansi, 
 Multum bibi, nunquam pransi. 
 
 Veni Euston, ubi hospes 
 Succi plena, corpore sospes, 
 Crine sparso, vultu blando. 
 At halitu (proli) nefando, 
 Qua relicta cum ancillis, 
 Me ad lectum duxit Phillis. 
 
 Veni Wigan prope ccenam, 
 Ad hospitulam obsccenam;
 
 barnaby's journal. 35 
 
 My Muse with Bacchus so long traded, 
 When I walk'd, my legs deny'd it. 
 
 Thence to Garstang, pray you heark it, 
 Ent'ring there a great beast market, 
 As I jogged on the street, 
 Twas my fortune for to meet 
 A young heifer, who before her 
 Took me up, and threw me o'er her. 
 
 Thence to Preston, I was led a, 
 To brave Banister's to bed a ; 
 As two born and bred together, 
 We were presently sworn brether' : 
 Seven days were there assigned, 
 Oft I supp'd, but never dined. 
 
 Thence to Euston, where mine hostess 
 Feels as soft as any toast is : 
 Juicy, lusty, count'nance toothsome; 
 Braided hair, but breath most loathsome ; 
 Her I left with locks of amber; 
 Phyllis light me to my chamber. 
 
 Thence to Wigan about supper, 
 To an hostess, none more slutter :
 
 56 BARNABiE ITINEKARIUM. 
 
 Votis meis fit secunda, 
 Ebria fuit et jucunda ; 
 Sparsit anus intelleetum, 
 Me relitto, minxit lectum. 
 
 Veni Newton in Salictis, 
 Ubi ludens chartis pictis 
 Cum puella speciosa, 
 Cujus noraen erat Rosa*, 
 Centi-pede provocavi 
 Ad amandum quam amavi. 
 
 Veni Warrington, profluentes 
 Rivos ripas transeuntes 
 Spectans, multo satius ratus 
 Mergi terris quam in aquis, 
 Vixi laute, bibi laite, 
 Donee aquas signant metas. 
 
 Veni Budworth usque Galium, 
 Ubi bibi fortetn allam, 
 
 * Quam Rosa spiravit! sed odoribus aquilo flavit. 
 Et ruga* rctulit quas meminisse dolet.
 
 barnaby's journal. 37 
 
 Buxom was she, yet to see to, 
 She'd be drunk for company too ; 
 Wit this beldame soon did scatter, 
 And in bed distill'd her water. 
 
 Thence to Newton in the Willows, 
 Where being bolster'd up with pillows, 
 I at cards play'd with a girl, 
 Rose* by name, a dainty pearl; 
 At Centy-foot I often moved 
 Her to love me, whom I loved. 
 
 Thence to Warrington, banks o'erflowed, 
 Travellers to the town were rowed ; 
 Where supposing it much better 
 To be drown'd on land than water, 
 Sweetly, neatly I sojourned 
 Till that deluge thence returned. 
 
 Thence to th' Cock at Budworth, where I 
 Drank strong ale as brown as berry; 
 
 * Fresh was my Rose, till by a north wind toss'd, 
 She sap, scent, verdure, and her vigour lost. 
 
 r~ o ny A. (\
 
 38 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Sed ebrietate captus, 
 Ire lectum sum coactus; 
 Mihi mirus affuit status, 
 A duobus sum portatus. 
 
 Sed amore captus grandi 
 Visitandi Thomam Gandi, 
 Holmi petii sacellunr, 
 Ubi conjugem et puellam 
 Vidi pulchras; licet sero, 
 Has neglexi mersus mero. 
 
 Hinc ad Tauk-a-Hill perventum, 
 Collem valde lutulentum, 
 Faber mihi bene notus 
 Mecum bibit donee potus, 
 Quo relicto, Cytherea sponte 
 Cornua fixit Lemnia fronte. 
 
 Novo-Castro subter Linum, 
 Mulsum propinavi vinum ; 
 Nullus ibi fit scelestus, 
 Vox clamantis in suggestis; 
 Portas castitatis frangunt, 
 Quas extincta luce tangunt.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 39 
 
 Till at last with deep healths felled, 
 To my bed I was compelled : 
 I for state was bravely sorted, 
 By two porters well supported. 
 
 Where no sooner understand I 
 Of mine honest host Tom Gandi, 
 To Holm chapel forthwith set I, 
 Maid and hostess both were pretty, 
 But to drink took I affection, 
 I forgot soon their complexion. 
 
 Thence to Tauk-a-Hill resort I, 
 An hill steepy, slippery, dirty : 
 Smith with me being well acquainted, 
 Drank with me till's brains were tainted. 
 Having left me, Venus swore it, 
 She'd shoehorn her Vulcan's forehead. 
 
 At Newcastle under Line a, 
 There I trounc'd it in burnt wine a : 
 None o'th' wicked there remained, 
 Weekly lectures were proclaimed : 
 Chastity they roughly handle, 
 While blind Zeal snuffs out the candle.
 
 40 BARNABJE IT1NERAIHUM. 
 
 Veni Stone ad Cam pan am, 
 Vidi Deliam* non Dianam; 
 Hie suspectam habens vitam 
 Pastor gregis, jesuitam 
 Me censebat, sed incertas 
 Nil invenit praeter chartas. 
 
 Haywood properans malignam, 
 Nocte praeparat aprugnam 
 Mihi hospes; sed quid restat? 
 Calices haurire praestat: 
 Nullum Baccbo gratius libum, 
 Quam mutare potu cibum. 
 
 Veni Ridgelay, ubi faber, 
 Cui liquor summus labor, 
 Mecum bibit ; nocte data 
 Mihi matula perforata, 
 Vasis crimine detecto, 
 Fit oceanus in lecto. 
 
 Veni Biuarton, Claudi domum, 
 Obi querulum audiens sonum, 
 
 * O mellea mea Delia!
 
 barnaby's journal. 41 
 
 Thence to th' Bell at Stone strait drew I, 
 Delia # , no Diana saw I ; 
 By the Parson I was cited, 
 Who held me for jesuited ; 
 In his search, the door fast locked, 
 Nought but cards were in my pocket. 
 
 Thence to Haywood taking flight a, 
 Mine hostess gave me brawn at night a: 
 But, what's that unto the matter? 
 Whiskins sorted with my nature : 
 To brave Bacchus no gift quicker 
 Than meat changed to strong liquor. 
 
 Thence to Ridgelay, where a blacksmith 
 (Liquor being all he'd take with) 
 Bouzed with me ; midnight waking, 
 And a looking glass there taking, 
 Chamberpot was hol'd quite thorow, 
 Which made me lie wet till the morrow. 
 
 Thence to Bruarton, old Claudus 
 Did approve us and applaud us ; 
 
 * O my honeysuckle Delia!
 
 42 BAENABjE IT1NERARIUM. 
 
 Conjugem virura verberantem, 
 Et vicinum equitantem ; 
 Quo peracto, frontem liai 
 Spuma bynis instar vini. 
 
 Inde Litchfield* properabam, 
 Ubi quendara invitabam 
 PerobscEenum opibus plenum, 
 Ad sumendum mecum coenam ; 
 Hausto vino, acta coena, 
 Solvit divitis crumena. 
 
 Veni Coleshill, ad macellum, 
 Ubi in cervisiam cellam 
 Forte ruens, cella sordet, 
 Uxor mulcet, ursa mordet ; 
 Sed ut lanius fecit focum 
 Lectum, dereliqui locum. 
 
 Veni Meredin meri die, 
 Ubi longae fessus viae, 
 Hospitem in genu cepi, 
 Et ulterius furtim repi ; 
 
 * Cautibus, arboribus, cinaris, fronckntibus herbis, 
 Crevit in ecclesiam vallis opima tuam.
 
 barnaby's journal. 4S 
 
 Where I heard a woful bleating, 
 A curs'd wife her husband beating : 
 Neighbour rode for his default a, 
 While I dy'd my front with malt a. 
 
 Thence to Litchfield* went I right on, 
 Where I chanced to invite one, 
 A curmudgeon rich, but nasty, 
 To a supper on a pasty : 
 Having sipp'd, and supp'd, and ended, 
 What I spent the miser lended. 
 
 Thence to Coleshill, to a shamble, 
 Like an old fox, did I ramble, 
 Down nasty cellar, wife inviting, 
 All while cursed bear was biting : 
 But the butcher having made 
 The fire his bed, no more I staid. 
 
 Thence to Meredin did steer I, 
 Where grown footsore, and sore weary, 
 I repos'd, where I chuck'd Joan a, 
 Felt her pulse, would further gone a : 
 
 * Enclos'd with cliffs, trees, grass, and artichokes, 
 The fruitful vale up to the temple looks.
 
 44 BARNABJE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Cum qua propinando mansi, 
 Donee sponsam sponsum sensi. 
 
 Veni Coventry, ubi dieunt 
 Quod caeruleum filum texunt; 
 Ego autem hoc ignoro, 
 Nullum enim emi foro, 
 Nee discrevi, juxta morem, 
 Lignum, lucem, nee colorem. 
 
 Veni Dunchurch per Iatrones, 
 Ad lurcones et lenones ; 
 Nullum tamen timui horum,. 
 Nee latronem, nee liquorem ; 
 Etsi dives metu satur, 
 Cantat vacuus viator, 
 
 Mane Daintry ut venissem, 
 Corculum quod reliquissem 
 Avide qaurns per musajum, 
 Desponsatam esse earn 
 Intellexi ; qua audita, 
 ' Vale, dixi, Proselyta.' 
 
 Veni Wed on, ubi varii 
 Omnis gent is tabellarii
 
 barnaby's journal. 45 
 
 There we drank, and no guest cross'd us, 
 Till I took host for th' hostess. 
 
 Thence to Coventry, where 'tis said a 
 Coventry blue is only made a ; 
 This I know not, for sure am I, 
 In no market bought I any : 
 Bacchus made me such a scholar, 
 Black or blue I knew no colour. 
 
 Thence to Dunchurch, where report is 
 Of pimps and punks a great resort is ; 
 But to me none such appeared, 
 Thief nor bunghole I ne'er feared : 
 Tho' curmudgeons have fears plenty. 
 Safe he sings whose purse is empty. 
 
 At Daintry early might you find me, 
 But not the wench I left behind me : 
 Near the schoolhouse where I boused, 
 Her I sought, but she was 'spoused; 
 Which I having heard that night a, 
 * Farewell, quoth I, Proselyta.' 
 
 Thence to Wedon, where I tarried 
 In a waggon to be curried ;
 
 46' BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Convenissent, donee mundus 
 
 Currit cerebro rotundus : 
 
 ' Solvite sodales laeti, 
 
 ' Plus reliqui # quam accepi.' 
 Veni Tosseter die Martis, 
 
 Ubi baccalaureum artis 
 
 Bacchanalia celebrantem 
 Ut inveni tam constantem, 
 Feci me consortem festi 
 Tota nocte perhonesti. 
 
 Veni Stratford, ubi Grenum 
 Procis procam, Veneris venam, 
 Nulla tamen forma jugis, 
 Verdor-f- oris perit rugis ; 
 Flos ut viret semel aret, 
 Forma spreta procis caret. 
 
 * Nauseanti stomacho effluunt omnia. 
 
 f Vere fruor titulg, non sanguine, frontc, capillo- 
 Nomine si vireo, vere tamen pereo.
 
 barnaby's journal. 47 
 
 Carriers there are to be found a, 
 Who will drink till the world turns round a: 
 ' Pay, good fellows, I'll pay nought here, 
 ' I have left more than I brought here*/ 
 
 Thence to Tosseter on Tuesday, 
 Where an artful bachelor choos'd I 
 To consort with ; we ne'er budged, 
 But to Bacchus' revels trudged : 
 All the nightlong sate we at it, 
 Till we both grew heavypated. 
 
 Thence to Stratford,where Frank Green af , 
 Daintiest doe that e'er was seen a, 
 Venus varnish, me saluted, 
 But no beauty long can suit it ; 
 Beauty feedeth, beauty fadeth, 
 Beauty lost, her wooer 'vadeth. 
 
 * My queasy stomach making bold 
 To give them that it could not hold. 
 
 p Green is my name, from him whom I obey, 
 But though my name be green, my head is grey-
 
 48 barnabjE itinerarium. 
 
 Tenens cursum et decorum, 
 Brickhill, ubi Juniorem, 
 Veni, vidi, propter mentem 
 Unum octo sapientum ; 
 Sonat vox ut Philomela, 
 Ardet nasus ut candela. 
 
 Hocklayhole ut accessissem, 
 Cellam Scyllee incidissem, 
 Antro similem Inferni, 
 Aut latibulo Lavernae; 
 Ibi diu propinando, 
 Ssevior eram quam Orlando. 
 
 Veni Dunstable, ubi mures 
 Intus reptant, extus fures; 
 Sed vacandum omni metu 
 Furum temulento coetu, 
 Pars ingenii mansit nulla 
 Quam non tenuit ampulla. 
 
 Veni Redbourn, ubi mimi 
 Neque medii, neque primi: 
 Prologus hedera redimitus 
 Simiano gestu situs,
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 49 
 
 Holding on my journey longer, 
 Strait at Brickhill, with Tom Younger 
 I arriv'd ; one, by this cheese a, 
 Stil'd the eighth wise man of Greece a, 
 Voice more sweet than Progne's sister, 
 Like a torch his nose doth glister. 
 
 To Hocklayhole as I approached, 
 Scylla's barmy cell I broached, 
 Dark as the cave of Pluto's station, 
 Or Laverna's habitation : 
 Quaffing there while I could stand o, 
 Madder grew I than Orlando. 
 
 Thence to Dunstable, all about me, 
 Mice within, and thieves without me; 
 But no fear affrights deep drinkers, 
 There I toss'd it with my skinkers : 
 Not a drop of wit remained 
 Which the bottle had not drained. 
 
 Thence to Red bourn, where were players, 
 None of Roscius active heirs : 
 Prologue crown'd with wreath of ivy, 
 Jetted like an ape most lively : 
 
 E
 
 50 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Convivalem* cecinit odem, 
 Heus tu corrige diploidem. 
 
 Illine stomacho inani 
 Petii oppidum Albanif, 
 Ubi tantum fecit vinum, 
 Dirigentem ad Londinum 
 Manum manu cepi mea, 
 Ae si socia esset ea. 
 
 Veni Barnet signo bursae, 
 Ubi convenissent ursi, 
 Propinquanti duo horum 
 Parum studiosi morum, 
 Subligacula dente petunt. 
 Quo posteriora fcetent. 
 
 * Actor. Dapcs convivio, sapore vario. 
 
 Auclor. Diplois spatio lataquc medio. 
 Corrige diploidem segregio nebulo. 
 
 t Hie Albanus erat, tumulum, titulumq ; reliquit ; 
 Albion Albanum vix parit alma parem.
 
 barnaby's journal. 51 
 
 I told them sitting at the banquet *, 
 They should be canvass'd in a blanket. 
 
 From thence, with a stomach empty, 
 To the town of Albanef went I, 
 Where with wine I was so undone, 
 As the hand which guides to London 
 In my blind hand I received, 
 And her more acquaintance craved. 
 
 Thence to th' Purse at Barnet known a, 
 There the bears were come to town a : 
 Two rude hunks, 'tis truth I tell ye, 
 Drawing near them, they did smell me : 
 And like two mishapen wretches, 
 Made me, a me, wrong my breeches. 
 
 * Actor. Even as in a ban-a-quet are dish-cs 
 of sun-dry ta-ast, 
 
 Author. Even so is thy doo-blet too long 
 i'th' wa-ast ; 
 Go mend it, thou knave, go mend it. 
 
 f Here Alban was ; his tomb, his title too ; 
 * All Albion show me such an Alban now.'
 
 52 JBARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Highgate, quo prospexi 
 Urbeni * perdite quam dilexi, 
 I Tic tyronibus exosum 
 Hausi cornu tortuosum, 
 Ejus memorans salutem 
 Cujus caput fit cornutum. 
 
 Veni Holloway, Fileum rubrum, 
 In cohortem muliebrem, 
 Me Adonidem vocant omnes 
 Meretrices Babylonis; 
 Tangunt, tingunt, molliunt, mulcent, 
 At egentem foris pulsant. 
 
 Veni Islington ad Leonem, 
 Ubi spectans histrionem 
 Sociatum cum choraulis, 
 Dolis immiscentem sales, 
 Cytharae repsi in vagi nam, 
 Quod praestigiis dedit finem. 
 
 * Tot colles Romse, quot sunt spectacula Trqjsc, 
 Quaescptem numcro, digna labore tuo 
 Jsta manet Trojse spectacula: 1. Busta, 2. Gigantes, 
 3. Ilistrio, -i. Dcmentes, 5. Struthiones, 6. Ursa, 7. Leones.
 
 barnaby's journal. 53 
 
 Thence to Highgate, where I viewed 
 City # I so dearly loved, 
 And th' horn of matriculation 
 Drank to th' fresh men of our nation ; 
 To his memory saluted 
 Whose branch'd head was last cornuted. 
 
 Thence to Holloway, Mother Redcap 
 In a troop of trulls I did hap; 
 Whores of Babylon me impalled, 
 And me their Adonis called ; 
 With me toy'd they, buss'd me, cull'd me, 
 But being needy, out they pull'd me. 
 
 Thence to Islington at Lion, 
 Where a juggling I did spy one 
 Nimble with his mates consorting, 
 Mixing cheating with his sporting: 
 Creeping into th' case of's viol, 
 Spoil'd his juggling, made them fly all. 
 
 * Seven hills there were in Rome, and so there be 
 Seven sights in new Troy crave our memory: 
 1. Tombs, 2. Guild Hall giants, 3. Stage plays, 4. Bethl'em 
 
 poor, 
 5. Ostrich, 6. Bear Garden, 7. Lions i'th' Tow'r.
 
 54 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 iEgre jam relicto rure, 
 Securem Aldermannibury 
 Primo petiij, qua exosa 
 Senlina, Holburni Rosa 
 Me excepit, ordine tali 
 Appali Gryphem Veteris Baily; 
 Ubi experrectiis lecto, 
 Tics Ciconias indies specto, 
 Quo victurus, donee testas 
 Ruie curas toilet moestas ; 
 Festus Faustulus et festivus, 
 Calice vividus, corpore vivus. 
 Ego etiam et sodales 
 Nunc Galerum Cardinalis 
 Visitantes, vi Minervae 
 Bibimus ad Cornua cervi, 
 Sed Actaeon anxius horum, 
 Luee separat uxorem. 
 
 Sub sigillo tubi fumantis 
 Et thyrsi flammantis, 
 Motu Mulciberi, naso flagrantis.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 55 
 
 Country left I in a fury, 
 To the Axe in Aldermanbury 
 First arriv'd, that place slighted, 
 I at the Rose in Holborn lighted: 
 From the Rose in flaggons sail I 
 To the Griffin i'th' old Baily ; 
 Where no sooner do I 'waken 
 Than to Three Cranes I am taken ; 
 Where I lodge, and am no starter 
 Till I see the summer quarter. 
 Pert is Faustulus, and pleasing, 
 Cup brim full, and corpse in season : 
 Yea, my merry mates and I too 
 Oft the Card'nal's Hat do fly to, 
 Where at Harts-horn's we carouse it, 
 As Minerva doth infuse it : 
 But Aetacon, sick o'th' yellows, 
 Mews his wife up from good fellows. 
 
 Under th' sign of pipe still fuming, 
 
 And the bush for ever flaming; 
 Mulciber the motion moving, 
 
 With nose-burnino; master shaming.
 
 56 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Officina juncta Baccho 
 Juvenilem fere tobacco, 
 ' Uti libet/ tunc signata, 
 Quae impressio nunc mutata, 
 ' Uti fiet/ nota certa 
 Quae delineatur charta. 
 
 TiAo;, sine telis non typis. 
 
 FINIS PARTIS SECUNDJE.
 
 barnaby's journal. 
 
 A shop neighbouring near Iacco, 
 Where Young vends his old tobacco 
 ' As you like it ;' sometime sealed, 
 Which impression's since repealed: 
 * As you make it ;' he will have it, 
 And in chart and front engrave it. 
 
 57 
 
 Harmless, but no artless end 
 Close I here unto my friend. 
 
 Pa. 41
 
 58 
 
 IN ERRATA. 
 
 Inter accipitrem et buteonem, 
 Juxta phrasem percommunem, 
 Spectans ista typis data, 
 Hsec comperui errata; 
 Quas si corrigas, candide lector, 
 Plena coronet pocula nectar. 
 
 A vertice ad calcem 
 Erratis admove falcem. 
 Errando, disco. 
 
 Jam Venus vinis reditura venis, 
 Jam Venus venis peritura plenis, 
 Nam Venus venis patitur serenis, 
 Nectare plenis.
 
 59 
 
 UPON THE ERRATA. 
 
 Betwixt hawk and buzzard, O man, 
 After th' phrase of speech so common, 
 Having seen this journal at print, 
 I found these errata in't; 
 Which if thou correct, kind reader, 
 Nectar be thy muse's feeder. 
 
 From the head unto the foot, 
 Nought but error, look unto't. 
 This observation have I found most true ; 
 Erring, I learn my errors to subdue. 
 
 Now Venus pure veins are with wines 
 inflamed, 
 Now Venus full veins are by wines restrained : 
 For Venus swoln veins are by Morpheus 
 chained, 
 
 From folly wained.
 
 60 
 
 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 PARS III. 
 
 Mirtil. Io Faustule ! gratulantur 
 Qui te amant et amantur, 
 Te incolumen rediturum ! 
 Spreta curia, pone curam, 
 Narra vias quas calcasti, 
 Queis spirasti, quas spectasti. 
 Ne Ephesios Diana 
 Fit celebriore fama ; 
 Omnes omnia de te fingunt, 
 Statuam pictores pingunt ; 
 Tolle metum, mitte moram, 
 Fac te claruin viatorem.
 
 61 
 
 BARNABY'S JOURNAL. 
 
 PART III. 
 
 Mir. Whoup Faustulus ! all draw nigh thee 
 That do love thee, or lov'd by thee, 
 Joying in thy sate returning ! 
 Leave court care, and fruitless mourning : 
 Way th'st walked, prithee show it, 
 Where th'st lived, what hast' viewed. 
 Not th' Ephesian Diana 
 Is of more renowned fame a : 
 Acting wonders, all invent thee, 
 Painters in their statues paint thee: 
 Banish fear, remove delay man, 
 Show thyself a famous wayman.
 
 62 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Faustul. Mitte moram, tolle metum ! 
 Quis me unquam minus lsetum 
 Cum adversis agitatum, 
 Aut secundis tarn inflatum 
 Vidit, ut mutando morem 
 Reddant me superbiorem. 
 Aspernarer ego mundum, 
 Nisi mundus me jucundum 
 Bonis sociis, radiis vitae 
 Social i tinctis siti 
 Celebraret; adi, audi, 
 Et progressu meo gaude. 
 
 Primo die satur vino 
 Veni Islington a Londino, 
 Iter arduum et grave, 
 Sero tamen superavi, 
 Acta vespertina seen a 
 Siccior eram quam arena. 
 
 Veni Kingsland, terrain regis, 
 Speciosam ccetu gregis, 
 Equum ubi fatigantem, 
 Vix ulterius spatiantem,
 
 barnaby's journal. 6s 
 
 Faustul. Leave delay, and be not fearful 1 
 Why ! who e'er saw me less cheerful ? 
 When [ was by Fortune cuffed, 
 Or by Fortune's smiles so puffed, 
 That I show'd myself far prouder 
 Than when she more scornful show'd 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 drink till he grew mellow: 
 Draw near and hear, thou shalt have all, 
 Hearing, joy in this my travel. 
 
 First day, having drank with many, 
 To Islington from London came I, 
 Journey long, and grievous weather, 
 Yet the evening brought me thither; 
 Having ta'en my pots by the fire, 
 Summer sand was never dryer. 
 
 Thence to Kingsland, where were feeding 
 Cattle, sheep, and mares for breeding; 
 As I found it, there I feared 
 ^That mv Rosinant was wearied:
 
 64 BARNAB.K ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Nee verberibus nee verbis 
 Motum, gelidis dedi herbis. 
 
 Veni Totnam Altam Crucem, 
 Quo discessi ante lucem; 
 Hospes sociis parum caret, 
 Nemo Faustulum spectaret ; 
 Pratum stratum, et cubile 
 O piaculum ! fit foenile. 
 
 Ut reliqui Crucem Altam, 
 Lento cursu petii Waltham, 
 In hospitium Oswaldi, 
 Qui mi regiam Theobaldi*, 
 Monstrat domum, quo conspecto, 
 Hausi noctem sine lecto. 
 
 Veni Hoddesden, stabant foris 
 Chartis pictis impostores, 
 
 * De auguslissima Domo TJieobaldi. 
 
 O Domus augustae radiantia limina nostra! 
 An vestrum est mundi lumine clausa mori ? 
 Regio quo sponsi pietas dedit oscula sponsae, 
 Et spirare sabse vota suprema suae !
 
 barnaby's journal. 65 
 
 When he would jog on no faster, 
 Loose I turn'd him to the pasture. 
 
 Thence to Tot'nam High Cross turning, 
 I departed 'fore next morning : 
 Hostess on her guests so doated, 
 Faustulus was little noted : 
 To an hayloft I was led in. 
 Boards my bed, and straw my bedding. 
 
 Having thus left High Cross early, 
 I to Waltham travel I'd fairly, 
 To the hospital of Oswald, 
 And that princely seat of The'bald* ; 
 There all night I drank old sack a, 
 With my bed upon my back a. 
 
 Thence to Hoddesdcn, where stood watching 
 Cheats who live by coney catching : 
 
 * On the King's House at Tibials. 
 
 This seat, this royal object of the sight, 
 Shall it for ever bid the world good night? 
 Where our preceding kings enjoy'd such bliss, 
 And seal'd their amorous fancies with a kiss ! 
 F
 
 06 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Queis deceptis, notis causis, 
 Ante Eirenarcham pacis 
 Eos duxi, ut me videt, 
 Laudat eos, me deridet. 
 
 Veni Ware, ubi belli 
 Saltus, situs, et Amwelli 
 Amnes lenem dantes sonum, 
 Qui ditarunt Middletonum : 
 Sunt speetati more miti, 
 
 si essent aqua vitae. 
 Veni Wademill, ubi rite 
 
 Pleno cyatho dempta siti, 
 Quidam clamitant jocose, 
 Me spectantes otiose 
 Co-ementem haec rlagella, 
 ' Ubi equusr ubi sella V 
 
 Veni Puckeridge, eo ventum 
 Mendicantes fere centum 
 Me praecingunt; dixi verum, 
 
 1 Quod pauperior illis eram ;' 
 Quo responso, mente una 
 Me relinquunt cum f'ortuna.
 
 barnaby's journal. 67 
 
 False cards brought me, with them play'd I, 
 Dear for their acquaintance paid I. 
 'Fore a Justice they appeared, 
 Them he praised, me he jeered. 
 
 Thence to Ware, where mazy Amwel 
 Mildly cuts the southern channel; 
 Rivers streaming, banks resounding, 
 Middleton with wealth abounding: 
 Mightily did these delight me; 
 O, [ wish'd them aqua vitie. 
 
 Thence to VVademill, where L rest me 
 For a pot, for I was thirsty ; 
 On me cry'd they, and did hoot me, 
 And like beetles flock'd about me: 
 ' liny a whip, sir ! No, a ladle ! 
 ' Where's your horse, sir: where your saddler' 
 
 Thence at Puckeridge 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 mv fortune.
 
 68 BARNABAS ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Buntingford, ad senilem 
 Hospitem et juvenilein 
 Conjugem, quae scit affari 
 Placide, lepide osculari ; 
 Area florida, frutice suavis, 
 Ubi minurizat avis. 
 
 Veni Royston, ubi seges, 
 Prata sata, niveae greges; 
 Ubi pedes pii regis ; 
 Hine evolvens Fati* deges, 
 Mihi dixi : Quid te pejus, 
 Ista legens, male deges ? 
 
 Veni Caxston, paupere tecto, 
 Sed pauperiore lecto : 
 Quidam liabent me suspectum, 
 Esse maculis infectum 
 Pestis, unde exui vestem, 
 Vocans hospitem in testem. 
 
 * Pascua, prata, canes, viridaria, flumina, saltus, 
 Otia regis erant, rc^e sed ista ruent.
 
 barnaby's journal. 69 
 
 Thence to Buntingford right trusty, 
 Bedrid host, but hostess lusty; 
 That can chat and chirp it neatly, 
 And in secret kiss you sweetly ; 
 Here are arbours decked gaily, 
 Where the Buntin warbles daily. 
 
 Thence to Royston, there grass groweth, 
 Meads, flocks, fields, the ploughman soweth; 
 Where a pious Prince frequented, 
 Which observing, this I vented: 
 ' Since all flesh to Fate's* a debtor, 
 ' Restless wretch, why liv'st no better?' 
 
 Thence to Caxston, T was led in 
 To a poor house, poorer bedding: 
 Some there were had me suspected, 
 That with plague I was infected; 
 So as I stark naked drew me, 
 Calling th' hostess strait to view me. 
 
 * Fields, floods, wastes, woods, deer, dogs, with well 
 tun'd cry, 
 Are sports for kings, yet kings with these must die.
 
 70 BARNAB-* ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Veni Cambridge, prope Vitem, 
 Ubi Musae satiant sitim ; 
 Sicut muscae circa fimum, 
 Aut scintilla? in camitium, 
 Me clauserunt juxt.a murum, 
 Denegantes rediturum. 
 Media-noctc siccior essem 
 Ac si nunquam ebibissem, 
 Sed pudore paruin motus, 
 liinc discessi semi-potus : 
 Luci, loci paludosi, 
 Sed scholares spcciosi. 
 
 Veni Godmanchcstcr *, ubi 
 Ut Ixion captus nube, 
 Sic elusus a puclla, 
 Cujus labra cratit mella, 
 Lectuin se adire vellet, 
 Sponclet, sponsum sed f'efellit. 
 
 \ eni Huntington,, ubi cella 
 Facto pacto cum puella, 
 
 * Quercus anilis erat, tamen cminus oppida spcctat, 
 Stirpe viam monstrat, plumea froade tegit.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 71 
 
 Thence to Cambridge, where the Muses 
 Haunt the Vine bush, as their use is, 
 Like sparks up a chimney warming, 
 Or flies near a dunghill swarming : 
 In a ring they did inclose me, 
 Vowing they would never lose me. 
 Bout midnight for drink I call, sir, 
 As I had drank nothing at all, sir: 
 But all this did little shame me, 
 Tipsy went I, tipsy came I : 
 Grounds, greens, groves, are wet and homely, 
 But the scholars wondrous comely. 
 
 Thence to Godmanchester*, by one 
 With a cloud, as was Ixion, 
 Was I gull'd ; she had no fellow, 
 Her soft lips were moist and mellow ; 
 All night vow'd she to lie by me, 
 But the giglet came not nigh me. 
 
 Thence to Huntington, in a cellar, 
 With a wench was there a dweller; 
 
 * An aged oak takes of this town survey; 
 Finds birds their nests, tells passengers their way.
 
 72 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Hospes me suspectum habens, 
 Et in cellam tacite labens; 
 Quo audito, vertens rotam, 
 Pinxi memet peraegrotum. 
 
 Veni Harrington, bonum omen! 
 Vere amans illud nomen, 
 Harringtoni dedi liunimiini, 
 Et fortunae pene summum, 
 Indigenti postulanti, 
 Benedictioncm danti. 
 
 Veni StonegatehoJe nefandum, 
 Ubi contigit memorandum. 
 Quidam servus atturnati 
 Vultu pellicis delicatae 
 Captus, intrat nemus mere, 
 Ut coiret muliere. 
 Mox e dumo latro repit, 
 Improvisum eum cepit, 
 Manticam vertit, moeebum vieit, 
 Et post herum nudum misit : 
 Manibus vinctis selke loeat, 
 Hinnit equus, servus vocat.
 
 barnaby's journal. 73 
 
 I did bargain, but suspected 
 By the host, who her affected ; 
 Down the stairs he hurried 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 not ine importune, 
 For 'twas th' utmost of my fortune. 
 
 Thence to Stonegatehole, I'll tell here 
 Of a story that befel there ; 
 One who served an attorney, 
 Ta'en with beauty in his journey, 
 Seeing a coppice, hastens thither, 
 Purposely to wanton with her. 
 As these privately conferred, 
 A rover took him unprepared, 
 Search'd his portmanteau, bound him faster, 
 And sent him naked to his master: 
 Set on's saddle with hands ty'd, 
 Th' horse he neighed, man he cry'd.
 
 74 BARNAB.E ITJ N ERARIUM. 
 
 Cogitemus attornatum 
 Suspicantem hunc armatum 
 Properantem depraedari, 
 Uti strenue calcari: 
 Currit herus, metu teste, 
 Currit servus sine veste. 
 
 Psallens Sautry*, tumulum veni, 
 Sacerdotis locum pocnac, 
 Ubi Rainsford jus fecisset, 
 Et pastorem condidisset : 
 Vidiji ridi, et avari 
 Rogo rogos sic tractari. 
 
 Yeni ad Collegium purum, 
 Cujus habent multi curam ; 
 Perhumanos n arrant mores 
 Patres, f rat res et sorores : 
 IJnuin tenent, una tendunt, 
 Omnes omnia sacris vendunt. 
 
 * Urna sacellani viventis imago sepulti, 
 Quique aliis renuit busta, sepultus crat, 
 
 Egrcgium illud Sautry sacrarium sacerdotis avari retinuit 
 memoriam.
 
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 Th' attorney, when he had discerned 
 One, he thought, behind him, armed 
 In white armour, stoutly stirr'd him, 
 For his jade, lie keenly &purr'd him : 
 Both run one course to catch a gudgeon, 
 This nak'd, that frighted to his lodging. 
 
 Singing along down Sautry * laning, 
 I saw a tomb one had been lain in; 
 And inquiring, one did tell it, 
 ' Twas where Rainsford bury'd the prelate : 
 I saw, I smiPd, 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'er's behoving: 
 These hold and walk together wholly, 
 And state their lands on uses holy. 
 
 * Here of the whip a covetous priest did lick ; 
 Who would not bury th' dead, was bury'd quick. 
 
 Nothing more memorable than that chapel of Sautry, 
 retaining still with her that covetous priest's memory.
 
 76 BARNABJE ITI NERARIUM. 
 
 An sint isti corde puro, 
 Parum scio, minus euro; 
 Si sint, non sunt hypocritse 
 Orbe melioris vitae : 
 Cellam, scholam et sacellum 
 Pulchra vidi supra stellam. 
 
 Veni Stilton, lento more, 
 Sine fronde, sine flore, 
 Sine prunis, sine pomis, 
 Uti senex sine comis, 
 Calva tellus, sed benignum 
 Monstrat viatori signum. 
 
 Veni Wanstbrth-brigs, immanem 
 Vidi amnein, alnum, anum ; 
 Amnem latum, anum lautam, 
 Comptam, eultam, eastam, eautam j 
 Portas, hortos speciosos, 
 Portus, saltus spatiosos. 
 
 Se I scribeutein digitum Dei 
 Spec tans ' Miserere mei', 
 Alriis, angulis, contesting 
 Evitandi eura pestem,
 
 barnaby's journal. 77 
 
 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, school, and their temple, 
 You'll say the stars were their example. 
 
 Thence to Stilton, slowly paced, 
 With no bloom nor blossom graced; 
 With no plums nor apples stored, 
 But bald, like an old man's forehead ; 
 Yet with inns so well provided, 
 Guests are pleas'd when they have try'd it. 
 
 Thence to Wansforth-brigs, a river 
 And a wife will live for ever : 
 River broad, an old wife jolly, 
 Comely, seemly, free from folly : 
 Gates and gardens neatly gracious, 
 Ports, and parks, and pastures spacious. 
 
 Seeing there, as did become me, 
 Written, ' Lord have mercy on me,' 
 On the portals, I departed, 
 Lest 1 should have sorer smarted:
 
 78 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Fugi ; mori licet natus, 
 Noncluin mori sum paratus. 
 
 Inde prato peramceni 
 Dormiens temulenter fceni, 
 Rivus surgit et me eapit, 
 Et in flu men alte rapit; 
 ' Quorsum ? clamant; Nuper erro 
 A Wansforth-brigs in Anglo-terra.' 
 
 Veni Burleigh*^, licet bruma, 
 Sunt fornaces sine f'umo, 
 Promptuaria sine promo, 
 Clara porta, clausa domo ; 
 O camini*t" sine i'oco, 
 Et culinaj sine coquo! 
 damans, domum 6 inanem! 
 Resonabat Echo J, famem ; 
 Quinam habitant intra muros: 
 Respirabat Echo, mures; 
 
 * Ista domus fit dasypodis dumus. Statius. 
 
 ] Hedcraeque trophaea camini. 
 
 t Custus domus Echo rclicta>.
 
 barnaby's journal. 79 
 
 Though from death none may be spared, 
 I to die was scaree prepared. 
 
 On a haycock sleeping soundly, 
 The river rose and took me roundly 
 Down the current : people cry'd, 
 Sleeping down the stream I hy'd : 
 ' Where away, quoth they, from Greenland? 
 No ; from Wansforth-brigs in England.' 
 
 Thence to Burleigh*, though 'twas winter, 
 No fire did the chimney enter, 
 Buttries without butlers guarded, 
 Stately gates were double warded ; 
 Hoary chimneys y without smoke too, 
 Hungry kitchens, without cook too. 
 Hollowing aloud, O empty wonder ! 
 Echo;}; strait resounded, hunger. 
 Who inhabits this vast brick house ? 
 Echo made reply, the titmouse : 
 
 * This house is the leverets bush. 
 
 f- Ivy the chimney's trophy. 
 
 X Echo's the keeper of a forlorn house.
 
 80 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Ditis omen, nomen habe; 
 Echo respondebat, Abi. 
 
 Veni Stamford*, ubi bene 
 Omnis generis crumenae 
 Sunt venales, sed in summo 
 Sunt crumenae sine nummo ; 
 Plures non in me reptantes, 
 Quam sunt ibi mendicantes. 
 
 Licet curae premant charae, 
 Veni in Foramen Sarae*f ; 
 Proca semel succi plena, 
 Lauta, laeta, et serena, 
 At venusta fit vetusta, 
 Mundo gravis et onusta. 
 Sarae antrum ut intrassem, 
 Et ampullas gurgitassem , 
 
 * Quoschola? quoprseses? Comites ? Academica sedcs? 
 In loculos literas transposuere suas. 
 
 f- Sileni Antrum, eo enim nomine egregie notum. 
 
 * Exsiccassem.
 
 BA.RNABY S JOURNAL. 
 
 Ominous cell ! No drudge at home, sir ? 
 Echo answer made, Begone, sir. 
 
 Thence to antient Stamford # came I, 
 Where are penceless purses many ; 
 Neatly wrought as doth become them, 
 Less gold in them than is on them, 
 Clawbacks more do not assail me 
 Than are beggars swarming daily. 
 
 Though my cares were great and many, 
 To the Hole of Sarah came I 7, 
 Once a bona-roba, trust me, 
 Though now buttock-shrank and rusty ; 
 But tho' nervy oil, and fat a, 
 Her I caught by you know what a. 
 Having boldly thus adventur'd, 
 And my Sarah's socket enter'd, 
 
 * Where be thy masters ? fellows ? scholars ? bursers ? 
 O Stamford ! to thy shame, they're all turn'd pursers. 
 
 f The drunkard's cave, for so it must be call'd, 
 Where many malt worms have been soundly maul'd. 
 
 G
 
 82 BAKNAB/E ITINERARIUM. 
 
 In amore Sara certo, 
 Ore basia dat aperto ; 
 Saepe sedet, quando surgit 
 Cyathum propinare urget. 
 
 Veni Witham, audiens illam 
 Propter lubricam anguillam 
 Vere claram nixus ramo, 
 Caepi expiscari hamo ; 
 Et ingentem capiens unam, 
 Praeceps trahor in lacunam*. 
 
 Veni Grantham* mihi gratam, 
 Inclyte pyramidatam, 
 [bi pastor cum uxore 
 Coeundi utens more, 
 De cubiculo descendit, 
 Quia Papa ibi pendet. 
 
 * Littora Maeandri sunt anxia limina Lethi, 
 Fluctus ubi curse, ripa memento mori. 
 
 -j- Hinc canimus mirum ! non protulit insula spirant, 
 Talem nee notam vidimus orbe cotem.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 
 
 Her I sued, suited, sorted, 
 Bussed, boused, sneezed, snorted: 
 Often sate she, when she got up, 
 All her phrase was, ' drink the pot up/ 
 
 Thence to Witham, having read there, 
 That the fattest eel was bred there ; 
 Purposing some to entangle, 
 Forth I went and took an angle ; 
 Where an huge one having hooked, 
 By her* headlong was I dooked. 
 
 Thence to Grantham *f* I retiring, 
 Famous for a spire aspiring, 
 There a pastor with his sweeting 
 In a chamber closely meeting, 
 In great fury out he flung ther^ 
 'Cause a popish picture hung there. 
 
 * Maeander's shores to Lethe's shadows tend, 
 Where waves, sound cares, and banks imply our end. 
 
 f I may compare this town, and be no lyar, 
 With any shire, for whetstones and a spire.
 
 84 BARNABJE ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Oppidani timent clari 
 Paulo spiram asportari, 
 Scissitantes, valde mirum, 
 Ubi prceparent papyruai, 
 Qua maturius # implicetur, 
 Ne portando laederetur^. 
 
 Veni Newark +, ubi vivos 
 Sperans mersos esse rivis, 
 Irrui cell am subamaenam, 
 Generosis vinis plenam. 
 Donee lictor intrans cellam, 
 Me conduxit ad fiagellum. 
 
 Veni Tux worth sitam luto, 
 Ubi viatores, puto, 
 
 * Structura. f Penetretur. 
 
 J Ulmus arenosis pulcherrima nascitur oris, 
 Arces et effusis vestit amoena comis. 
 Hie campi virides, quos Trentia flumina ri\ is 
 Foecundare solent, ubera veris habent. 
 
 Hie porrectiore tractu distenditur Bevaria vail is. 
 Valles trinas et opimae 
 Dapes insulae divinae.
 
 barnaby's journal. 85 
 
 Were the townsmen are amated, 
 That their spire should be translated 
 Unto Paul's; 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 Newark*, flood-surrounded, 
 Where I hoping most were drowned ; 
 Hand to hand I straitways shored 
 To a cellar richly stored : 
 Till suspected for a picklock, 
 The beadle led me to the whip-stock. 
 
 Thence to Tuxworth, in the clay there, 
 Where poor travellers find such way there, 
 
 * A sandy plat a shady elm receives, 
 Which clothes those turrets with her shaken leaves. 
 Here all along lies Bever's specious vale, 
 Near which the streams of fruitful Trent do fall. 
 Valleys three so fruiful be 
 They're the wealth of Britainy.
 
 86 BARNABiE 1TINERAR1UM. 
 
 Viam viscum esse credunt, 
 Sedes syrtes ubi sedent ; 
 Thyrsus pendet, diu pendet, 
 Bonum vinum raro vendit. 
 
 Veni Retford, pisces edi, 
 Et adagio locum dedi, 
 Caspi statim propinare, 
 Ut pisciculi natare 
 Discant meo corpore vivo, 
 Sicuti natarunt rivo. 
 
 Veni Scrubie, Deus bone! 
 Cum pastore et latrone 
 Egi diem, fregi noctem, 
 Latro me fecisset doctum : 
 Ei nollem assidere, 
 Ne proj)inquior esset perae. 
 
 Veni Bautree, angiportam, 
 In dumetis vidi scortam, 
 Gestu levem, lumine vivam, 
 Vultu lactam, et lascivam; 
 Sed inilixi carni paenam, 
 Timens mi sere crumenam.
 
 barnaby's journal. 87 
 
 Ways like bird-lime seem to show them, 
 Seats are syrts to such as know them ; 
 TV ivy hangs there, long has't hung 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 trim me, 
 That my fish might swim within me 
 As they had done being living, 
 And i'th' river nimbly diving. 
 
 Thence to Scrubie, O my Maker ! 
 With a pastor and a taker 
 Day 1 spent, I night divided, 
 Thief did make me well provided : 
 My poor scrip caus'd me to fear him, 
 All night long I came not near him. 
 
 Thence to Bautree, as I came there, 
 From the bushes near the lane, there 
 Rush'd a tweak, in gesture flanting, 
 With a leering eye, and wanton : 
 But my flesh I did subdue it, 
 Fearing lest my purse should rue it.
 
 88 BARNAB/F. 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Doncaster*, sed Levitam 
 Audiens finiisse vitam, 
 Sprevi Venerem, sprevi vinum, 
 Perdita quae dilexi primum : 
 Nam cum Venus insenescir, 
 In me carnis vim compescit. 
 Nescit si lis artem modi, 
 Puteum Roberti Hoodi 
 Veni, et liquente vena 
 Vincto catino'f- catena, 
 Tollens shim, parcum odi, 
 Solvens obolum custodi. 
 
 Veni Wentbridge^;, ubi plagae 
 Terras, maris, vivunt sagoe, 
 
 * Major Causidico quo gratior csset amico, 
 In comitem lento tramite jungit equo: 
 Causidicus renuit, renuente, patibula dixit, 
 Commonstrabo tibi ; Cans. Tuque moreris ibi. 
 
 -f- Viventes venae, spinae, catinusque catenae, 
 Sunt Robin Hoodi nota trophaea sui. 
 
 X Rupae cavedia struxit 'media, 
 Queis oscitantcr latuit accedia.
 
 barnaby's journal. 89 
 
 Thence to Doncaster*, where reported 
 Lively Levite was departed : 
 Love I loath'd, and spritely wine too, 
 Which I dearly lov'd some time too; 
 For when youthful Venus rageth, 
 She my fleshly force asswageth. 
 Thirst knows neither mean nor measure, 
 Robin Hood's well was my treasure ; 
 In a common dish -J- enchained, 
 I my furious thirst restrained : 
 And because 1 drank the deeper, 
 I paid two farthings to the keeper. 
 
 Thence toWentbridgej;, where vi le wretches, 
 Hideous hags and odious witches, 
 
 * That courtesie might a courtesie enforce, 
 The may'r would bring the lawyer to his horse : 
 You shall not, quoth the lawyer. M. Now I swear 
 I'll to the gallows go. L. I'll leave you there. 
 Might not this may'r, for wit a second Pale-As, 
 Have nam'd the town end full as well as gallows ? 
 
 f A well, thorn, dish, hung in an iron chain 
 For monuments of Robin Hood remain. 
 
 J In a rock Want built her booth, 
 Where no creature sleeps but Sloth.
 
 90 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Vultu torto et anili, 
 
 Et conditione vili : 
 
 His infernae manent sedes, 
 
 Quae cum inferis ineunt fcedus. 
 
 Veni Ferrybrig, vietus, 
 Pede lassus, mente laetus, 
 Ut gustassem uvam vini, 
 Fructum salubrem acini : 
 Soevior factus sum quam aper, 
 Licet vini lenis sapor. 
 
 Veni Pomfret*, ubi miram 
 Arcem, Anglisf regibus diram; 
 Laseris ortu J celebrandam, 
 Variis gestis memorandam : 
 Nee in Pomfret repens certior, 
 Quam paupcrculus inertior. 
 
 * Hie repetunt ortum tristissima funera reguni, 
 Quae lachrymas ouulis excutiere meis. 
 
 f Regibus. Anglorum dedit arx tua dira ruinam, 
 Hoc titulo fatum cernc Stuarte tuum. 
 
 J Latius in rupem laser est sita dulcis arentem, 
 Veste nova veris floribus aucta novis.
 
 barnaby's journal. 91 
 
 Writhen count'nance, and mis-shapen, 
 Are by some foul bugbear taken: 
 These infernal seats inherit, 
 Who contract with such a spirit. 
 
 Thence to Ferrybrig, sore wearied, 
 Surfoot, but in spirit cheered : 
 I no sooner the grape tasted 
 But my melancholy wasted : 
 Never was wild boar more fellish, 
 Tho' the wine did smally relish. 
 
 Thence to Pomfret*, as long since is, 
 Fatal to our English princes -f-; 
 For the choicest liquorice crowned J, 
 And for sundry acts renowned : 
 A louse in Pomfret is not surer, 
 Than the poor thro' sloth securer. 
 
 * The tragic state of English kings stood here, 
 Which to their urns pays tribute with a tear. 
 
 f Here stood that fatal theatre of kings, 
 Which for revenge mounts up with airy wings. 
 
 X Here liquorice grows upon their mellow'd banks, 
 Decking the spring with her delicious plants.
 
 92 BARNAB.Ii ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Sherburn, ad amandum, 
 Et aciculis spectandum ; 
 Pastor decimas cerasorum 
 Queerit plus quam animorum : 
 Certe nescio utrum mores, 
 An fortune mcliores. 
 
 Veni Bramham, eo ventus, 
 Vidi pedites currentes; 
 Quidam auribus susurrat, 
 ' Crede Faustule, hie prcecurret, 
 Nam probantur :' qui narratur 
 Pejor, melior auspicatur. 
 
 Veni Tadcaster, ubi pontem 
 Sine flumine, praelucentem, 
 Plateas f'ractas, et astantes 
 Omni loco mendicantes 
 Spec-tans, illinc divagarer, 
 Ne cum illis nuinerarer. 
 
 Veni Eboracum, rlore 
 Juventutis cum textore 
 Fruens: conjux statiin venit, 
 ' Lupum vero auribus tenet ;'
 
 barnaby's journal. 93 
 
 Thence to Sherburn, clearly loved, 
 And for Pinners well approved; 
 Cherry tenths the pastor aimeth, 
 More than the souls which he reclaimeth : 
 in an equipage consorting, 
 Are their manners and their fortune. 
 
 Thence to Bramham, thither coming, 
 I saw two footmen stripp'd for running: 
 One said, ' the match was made to cheat 'em; 
 Trust me, Faustulus, this will beat 'em; 
 For we've try'd 'em ;' but that courser 
 He priz'd better, prov'd the worser. 
 
 Thence to Tadcaster, where stood reared 
 A fair bridge; no flood appeared : 
 Broken pavements, beggars waiting, 
 Nothing more than labour hating ; 
 But with speed I hast'ned from them, 
 Lest I should be thought one of them. 
 
 Thence to York, fresh youth enjoying. 
 With a wanton weaver toying:: 
 Husband suddenly appears too, 
 ' Catching the wolf by the ears too: r
 
 94 BARNABiE IT1NERARIUM. 
 
 llle clamat aperire, 
 Ilia negat exaudire. 
 
 Sic ingressus inihi datur, 
 Cum textori denegatur; 
 Qui dum voce importune 
 Strepit, matulam urinae 
 Sentit ; sapienter tacet, 
 Dum Betricia mecum jacet. 
 
 Ibi tibicen apprehensus, 
 Judicatus et suspensus, 
 Plaustro coaptato furi, 
 Ubi tibia, clamant puerir 
 Nunquam ludes amplius Billie ; 
 At nescitis, inquit ille. 
 Quod contigerit memet teste, 
 Nam abscissa jugulo reste, 
 Ut in fossam furcifer vex it, 
 Semi mortuus resurrexit : 
 Arce reducem occludit, 
 Ubi valet, vivit, ludit. 
 
 Veni Towlerton, Stadiodromi 
 Ketinentes spem coronas,
 
 barnaby's journal. 95 
 
 He cries, Open, something fears him : 
 But the deaf adder never hears him. 
 
 Thus my entrance was descried, 
 While the weaver was denied ; 
 Who as he fumed, fret, and frowned. 
 With a chamberpot was crowned : 
 Wisely silent, he ne'er grudged 
 That his Betty with me lodged. 
 
 A piper being here committed, 
 Guilty found, condemn'd, and titted; 
 As he was to Knavesmire going, 
 This day, quoth boys, will spoil thy blowing; 
 From thy pipe th'art now departing; 
 Wags, quoth th' piper, you're not certain. 
 All which happen'd to our wonder, 
 For the halter cut asunder, 
 As one of all life deprived, 
 Being bury'd, he revived : 
 And there lives, and plays his measure, 
 Holding hanging but a pleasure. 
 
 Thence to Towlerton, where those stagers. 
 Or horsecoursers run for wagers :
 
 96 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Ducunt equos ea die 
 Juxta tramitem notae viae ; 
 Sequens autem solitam venam, 
 Sprevi prinium et postremum. 
 
 Veni Helperby desolatum, 
 Igne nuper concrematum, 
 Ne taberna fit intacta, 
 Non in cineres redacta; 
 Quo discessi ocyor Euro, 
 Restinguendi sitim cura. 
 
 Veni Topcliff, * musicam vocans, 
 Et decoro ordine locans, 
 Ut expectant hi mercedem, 
 Tacite subtraxi pedem ; 
 Parum habui quod expendam, 
 Linquens eos ad solvendum. 
 
 * Labentes rivi resonant sub vcrtice clivi, 
 Quae tisulum villa; primo dedere tuae. 
 
 Alias, 
 Infra situm rivi saliunt sub acumine clivi, 
 Quo sedes civi splendida, nulla nivi.
 
 barnaby's journal. 97 
 
 Near to the highway the course is, 
 Where they ride and run their horses : 
 But still on our journey went we, 
 First 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 I did behove me. 
 
 Thence to Topcliff *, music call'd I, 
 In no comely posture fail'd I; 
 But when these expected wages, 
 To themselves I left my pages ; 
 Small being th' court'sy I could show them, 
 Th' reck'ning I commended to them. 
 
 * Topcliff from tops of cliffs first took her name, 
 And her cliff-mounted seat confirms the same : 
 Where streams with curled windings overflown, 
 Bestow a native beauty on the town. 
 
 H
 
 98 BARNABJE ITINERAKIUM. 
 
 Veni Thyrske *, Thyrsis hortum, 
 U bi Phyllis floribus sportam 
 Instruit, at nihil horum 
 Nee pastorem, neque florem 
 Ego euro, Bacchum specto 
 Horto, campoj foro, tecto. 
 
 Veni Alerton, ubi oves, 
 Tauri, vaccae, vituli, boves, 
 Aliaque campi pecora 
 Oppidana erant decora : 
 Forum fuit jumentorum, 
 Mihi autem ceJla forum. 
 
 Veni Smeton, perexosum 
 Collem quem pediculosum 
 Vulgo vocanr, tamen mire 
 Mcechae solent lascivire, 
 Ad alendum debilem statum, 
 Aut tegendam nuditatem. 
 
 * Thyrsis oves pascens per apricae pascua vallis, 
 Prima dedit Thyrsco nomina nota suo. 
 Sycamori gelidis Tityrus umbris 
 Discumbens, Phyllidi serta paravit, 
 Et niveas greges gramine pavit.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 99 
 
 Thence to Thyrske *, rich Thyrsis casket, 
 
 Where fair Phyllis fills her basket 
 
 With choice flowers, but these be vain things, 
 
 I esteem no flowers, nor swainlings ; 
 
 In Bacchus yard, field, booth, or cottage, 
 
 I love nought like his cold pottage. 
 
 Thence to Alerton, rank'd in battle, 
 Sheep, kine, oxen, other cattle ; 
 As I fortun'd to pass by there, 
 Were the town's best beautifier: 
 Fair for beasts at that time fell there, 
 But I made my fare the cellar. 
 
 Thence to Smeton I assailed, 
 Lousy Hill, for so they call it; 
 Where were dainty ducks, and j ant ones, 
 Wenches that could play the wantons ; 
 Which they practise, truth I'll tell ye, 
 For relief of back and belly. 
 
 * Here Thyrsis fed his lambkins on the plain ; 
 So Thyrske from Thyrsis took her antient name. 
 Here Tityrus and Phyllis made them bowers, 
 Of tender osiers, sweet-breath'd sycamores.
 
 100 BARNABiE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Nesham*, Dei donum; 
 In csenobiarchae domum ; 
 Uberem vallem, salubrem venam, 
 Cursu fluminis amaenam, 
 Laetam sylvis eL frondosam, 
 Heraj vultu speciosam. 
 
 Veni Darlington, prope vicum 
 Conjugem duxi peramicam; 
 Nuptiis celebrantur festa, 
 Nulla admittuntur moesta; 
 Pocula noctis dant progressum, 
 Ac si nondum nuptus essem. 
 
 Veni Richmond f, sed amicos 
 Generosos et antiquos, 
 jNobiles socios, sortis miroe, 
 Cum nequissem invenire, 
 Sepelire curas ibi, 
 Tota nocte mecum bibi 
 
 * Littora lentiscis, gemmarunt germina gcmmis, 
 Murenulis concha;, muricibusque comae. 
 
 f Nomen habes mundi, nee erit sine jure, secundi, 
 Namque situs titulum comprobat ipse tuum.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 101 
 
 Thence to Nesham # , now translated, 
 Once a nunnery dedicated : 
 Valleys smiling, bottoms pleasing, 
 Streaming rivers never ceasing ; 
 Deck'd with tufty woods and shady, 
 Graced by a lovely lady. 
 
 Thence to Darlington, where 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 tarry'd, 
 As if I had ne'er been marry'd. 
 
 Thence to Richmond^-, heavy sentence! 
 There were none of my acquaintance ; 
 All my noble comrades gone were, 
 Of them all I found not one there ; 
 But lest care should make me sicker, 
 I did bury care in liquor. 
 
 * Where shores yield lentisks, branches pearled gems, 
 There lamprels shells, their rocks soft mossy stems. 
 
 f From a rich mound thy appellation came, 
 And thy rich seat proves it a proper name.
 
 102 BARNABJE ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 PcEna sequi solet culpam, 
 Veni Redmeere ad subulcum, 
 Ilia mensae fert porcina, 
 Prisca nimis intestina, 
 Quae ni calices abluissent, 
 Adhuc gurgite inhaesissent. 
 
 Veni Carperby peravarum, 
 Costu frequens, victu carum; 
 Septem solidorum coena 
 Redd it levior crumena : 
 Nummo sitius haurieris, 
 Quam liquore ebrieris. 
 
 Veni Wenchly, valle situm, 
 Prisca vetustate tritum, 
 Amat tamen propinare 
 Pastor cum agnellis chare, 
 Quo eftascinati more, 
 Dormiunt agni cum pastore. 
 
 Veni Middlam, ubi arcem 
 Vidi, et bibentes sparsim 
 Bonos socios, quibus junxi, 
 Et liquorem libere sumpsi ;
 
 barnaby's journal. 103 
 
 Penance chac'd that crime of mine hard, 
 Thence to Redmeere, to a swineherd 
 Came I, where they nothing plac'd me 
 But a swine's gut that was nasty ; 
 Had I not then wash'd my liver, 
 In my guts 't had stuck for ever. 
 
 Thence to Carperby, very greedy, 
 Consorts frequent, victuals needy : 
 After supper they so toss'd me, 
 As seven shillings there it cost me : 
 Soon may one of coin be soaked, 
 Yet for want of liquor choked. 
 
 Thence to Wenchly, valley seated, 
 For antiquity repeated : 
 Sheep and shepherd, as one brother, 
 Kindly drink to one another ; 
 Till pot-hardy, light as feather, 
 Sheep and shepherd sleep together. 
 
 Thence to Middlam, where I viewed 
 Th' castle, which so stately showed : 
 Down the stairs, 'tis truth I tell ye, 
 To a knot of brave boys fell I;
 
 104 BARNABiE 1T1NERAR1UM. 
 
 iEneis licet tincti nasis, 
 Fuimus custodes pacis. 
 
 Veni Ayscarth*, vertice montis, 
 Valles, et amcenos fontes, 
 Niveas greges, scopulos rudes, 
 Campos, scirpos, et paludes 
 Vidi ; locum vocant Templum, 
 Speculantibus exemplum. 
 
 Veni Worton, sericis cincta 
 Sponsa ducis, ore tincta, 
 Me ad coenam blande mo vet, 
 Licet me non unquam novit; 
 Veni, vidi, visi, lusi, 
 Cornu-copiam optans duci. 
 
 Veni Bain brig, ubi palam 
 Flumen deserit canalem, 
 Spectans, uti properarem 
 Ad Joannem Anci Harem, 
 Hospitem habui, vere mirum, 
 Neque f'ceminam, neque virum. 
 
 * Gurgite prsecipiti sub vertice montis acuti 
 Specus erat spinis obsitus, intus aquis.
 
 barnaby's journal. 105 
 
 All red noses, no dye deeper, 
 Yet none but a peacekeeper. 
 
 Thence to Ayscarth *, from a mountain, 
 Fruitful valleys, pleasant fountain ; 
 Woolly flocks, cliffs steep and snowy, 
 Fields, fens, sedgy rushes saw I ; 
 Which high mount is call'd the Temple, 
 For all prospects an example. 
 
 Thence to Worton ; being lighted, 
 I was solemnly invited 
 By a captain's wife most yewly, 
 Though, I think, she never knew me: 
 1 came, call'd, cull'd, toy'd, trifled, kissed, 
 Captain cornu-capp'd I wished. 
 
 Thence to Bainbrig, where the river 
 From its channel seems to sever: 
 To Maidenly John forthwith I hasted, 
 And his best provision tasted : 
 Th' host I had, a thing not common, 
 Seemed neither man nor woman. 
 
 * Here breathes an arched cave of antique stature, 
 Closed abote with thorns, below with water.
 
 106 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Askrig *, notum forum, 
 Valde tamen indecorum, 
 Nullum habet magistratum, 
 Oppidanum ferre statum : 
 Hie pauperrimi textores 
 Peragrestes tenent mores. 
 
 Veni Hard raw -f, ubi fames, 
 Cautes frugis perinanes; 
 Nunquam vixit hie Adonis, 
 Ni sub thalamo Carbonis : 
 Diversoria sunt obscoena, 
 Fimo foeda, fumo plena. 
 
 Veni Gastile, ubi cellam, 
 Cellam sitam ad sacellum 
 Intrans, bibi stingo fortem, 
 Habens lanium in consortem, 
 t pastorem | parvae gregis, 
 Rudem moris, artis, legis. 
 
 * Clauditur amniculus salicns fbrnicibus arctis, 
 Alluit et villae mcenia juncta suae. 
 
 f Labitur alveolis resonantibus amnis amcenus, 
 Qui tremula mulcet voce, sopore fovet. 
 
 * Quota est hora, refert ; solem speculando respondet ! 
 Ecce sacerdotes quos tua terra park!
 
 barnaby's journal. 107 
 
 Thence to Askrig*, market noted, 
 But handsomeness about it ; 
 Neither magistrate nor mayor 
 Ever were elected there : 
 Here poor people live by knitting, 
 To their trading, breeding fitting. 
 
 Thence to Hardrawf, where's hard hunger, 
 Barren cliffs and clints of wonder ; 
 Never here Adonis lived, 
 Unless in Cole's harbour hived : 
 Inns are nasty, dusty, fusty, 
 With both smoke and rubbish musty. 
 
 Thence to Gastile, I was drawn in 
 To an alehouse, near adjoining 
 To a chapel; I drank stingo 
 With a butcher and domingo 
 Th' curate J, who to my discerning, 
 Was not guilty of much learning. 
 
 * A channel strait confines a crystal spring, 
 Washing the walls o'th* village neighbouring. 
 
 J- A shallow rill, whose streams their current keep, 
 With murm'ring voice and pace procure sweet sleep. 
 
 X I ask'd him what's a-clock ? he look'd at th' sun, 
 But want of learning made him answer mum.
 
 108 BARNABJE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Sedbergh *, sedem quondam 
 Lautam, laetam, et jucundam, 
 Set! mutatur mundus totus, 
 Vix in anno unus potus : 
 Ibi propria; prope lari 
 Non audebam vulpinari. 
 
 Veni Killingtonf, editum collem, 
 Fronde laetiore mollem, 
 Ibi tamen parum haerens, 
 Semper altiora sperans, 
 Hisce dixi longum vale, 
 Solum repetens natale. 
 
 Veni Kendall , ubi status 
 Praestans, prudens magistrates, 
 Publicis festis purpuratus, 
 Ab Elizabetha datus; 
 
 * Prospicies thyrsum sinuosius arte rotundum, 
 Organa quo cerebri mersa fuere mei. 
 
 f Arboribus gelidam texens coriarius umbram, 
 ^statem atque hyemem fronde repellit gravem. 
 
 X Nunc Saturnius appulit annus, 
 Major net aldermannus.
 
 barnaby's journal. 109 
 
 Thence to Sedbergh *, sometimes joy-all, 
 Gamesome, gladsome, richly royal ; 
 But those jolly boys are sunken, 
 Now scarce once a year one drunken : 
 There I durst not well be merry, 
 Far from home old foxes wary. 
 
 Thence to Killington -f I passed, 
 Where an hill is freely grassed ; 
 There I staid not, tho' half tired, 
 Higher still my thoughts aspired : 
 Taking leave of mountains manv, 
 To my native country came I. 
 
 Thence to Kendall, pure her state is, 
 Prudent too her magistrate | is ; 
 In whose charter to them granted, 
 Nothing but a mayor wanted : 
 
 * Here grows a bush in artful mazes round, 
 Where th' active organs of my brains were drown'd. 
 
 f Here the retir'd tanner builds him bowers, 
 Shrouds him from summer's heat, and winter's showers. 
 
 X Now Saturn's year has drench'd down care. 
 And made an alderman a mav'r.
 
 110 BARNABiE 1TINERAR1UM. 
 
 Hie me juvat habitare, 
 Propinare et amare. 
 
 Inter Barnabas errores, 
 Hi mutarunt preli mores, 
 * Delirans iste sapiens Gotham 
 Reddit cetum propter cotem.' 
 
 Vide Grantham. 
 
 FINIS PARTIS TERTI.E.
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 
 
 Here it likes me to be dwelling, 
 Bousing, loving ; stories telling. 
 
 Ill 
 
 Amongst other faults in print, 
 You shall find this error in't ; 
 * Did not the sage of Gotham strangely fail, 
 Who for a whetstone rendered him a whaler' 
 
 
 Sec Grantham.
 
 112 
 
 BARNAB^E ITINERARIUM. 
 
 PARS IV. 
 
 Mirtil. O Faustule ! die quo jure 
 Spreta urbe, vivis rure ? 
 Quo tot lepidos consortes, 
 Genio faustos gurgite fortes, 
 Reliquisti, soeios vitac, 
 Gravi laborantes siti ? 
 Vale dices tot amicis, 
 Totlyaei vini vicis, 
 Tot falerni roseidi cellis, 
 Tot pelliculis, tot puellis? 
 Quid te mo vet, die sodali, 
 Urbi longuin dicere vale? 
 
 Faustul. Quid me movet ? Nonne cernis 
 Me tamdiu in tabernit
 
 113 
 
 BARNABY'S JOURNAL. 
 
 PART IV. 
 
 Mirtil. O Faustulus ! tak'st no pity 
 For the field to leave the city ? 
 Nor thy consorts, lively skinkers, 
 Witty wags, and lusty drinkers ; 
 Lads of life, who wash their liver, 
 And are dry and thirsty ever ? 
 Wilt thou here no longer tarry 
 With these boys that love canary ? 
 Wilt thou leave these nectar trenches, 
 Dainty doxies, merry wenches ? 
 Say, what makes thee change thy ditty, 
 Thus to take farewell o'th' city ? 
 
 Faust. What is't makes me ? Dos't not note it, 
 How I have i'th' tavern floated, 
 i
 
 114 BARNABJE ITINERAR1UM 
 
 Propinasse, donee mille 
 Clamant, ecce Faustulus ille, 
 Qui per orbem ducens iter, 
 Titulo Ebrii insignitur! 
 Qui natali bibit more 
 Ortu rosae ab Aurora? 
 Usque vesperam, et pudorem 
 Vultus, quaestus et odorem 
 Sprevit! audi eulpse pcenam, 
 Scenam Faustuli extremam. 
 
 Vale Banbury, vale Brackley, 
 Vale Hollow-well, vale Hockley, 
 Vale Daintry, vale Lei'ster, 
 Vale Chichestei, vale Chester, 
 Vale Nottingham, vale Mansfield, 
 Vale Wetherby, vale Tanfield. 
 
 Vale Aberford, vale Bradford, 
 Vale Tosseter, vale Stratford, 
 Vale Preston, vale Euxston, 
 Vale Wiggan, vale Newton,
 
 barnaby's journal. 115 
 
 Till a thousand seek to shame me, 
 There goes Faustulus, so they name me, 
 Who thro' all the world has traced, 
 And with stile of Maltworm graced ! 
 Who carouseth to his breeding, 
 From Aurora's beamlins spreading 
 To th' evening, and despiseth 
 Favour-thrift, which each man prizeth ! 
 Now hear Faustulus's melancholy, 
 Th' closing scene of all his folly. 
 
 Farewell Banbury, farewell Brackley, 
 Farewell Hollow -well, farewell Hockley, 
 Farewell Daintry, farewell Lei'ster, 
 Farewell Chichester, and Chester, 
 Farewell Nottingham, and Mansfield, 
 Farewell Wetherby, farewell Tan field. 
 
 Farewell Aberford, farewell Bradford, 
 Farewell Tosseter, farewell Stratford, 
 Farewell Preston, farewell Euxston, 
 Farewell Wiggan, farewell Newton,
 
 116 BARNABJE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Vale Warrington, vale Budworth, 
 Vale Kighley, vale Cudworth. 
 
 Vale Hoddesden, vale Tot'n'am, 
 Vale Giggleswick, vale Gottam, 
 Vale Harrington, vale Stilton, 
 Vale Huntington, vale Milton, 
 Vale Royston, vale Puckeridge, 
 Vale Caxston, vale Cambridge. 
 
 Vale Ware, vale Wademill, 
 Vale Highgate, vale Gads-hill, 
 Vale Stamford, vale Sautry, 
 Vale Scrubie, vale Bautry, 
 Vale Castrum subter Linum, 
 Ubi vates, Venus, vinum. 
 
 Vale Tauk-hill, quem conspexi, 
 Lemnia Lydia, quam dilexi, 
 Arduse viae quas transivi, 
 Et amiculae queis cbivi, 
 Faber, Taber, social Icetae, 
 Et convivae vos valete. 
 
 Nunc longinquos locos odi, 
 Vale ions Roberti Hoodi,
 
 barnaby's journal. 117 
 
 Farewell Warrington, and Budworth, 
 Farewell Kighley, farewell Cudworth. 
 
 Farewell Hoddesden, farewell Tot'n'am, 
 Farewell Giggleswick, farewell Gottam, 
 Farewell Harrington, farewell Stilton, 
 Farewell Huntington, farewell Milton, 
 Farewell Royston, farewell Puckeridge, 
 Farewell Caxston, farewell Cambridge. 
 
 Farewell Ware, farewell Wademill, 
 Farewell Highgate, farewell Gads-bill, 
 Farewell Stamford, farewell Sautry, 
 Farewell Scrubie, farewell Bautry, 
 Farewell Castle under Line too, 
 Wbere are poets, wencbes, wine too. 
 
 Farewell Tauk-bill, which I viewed, 
 Lemnian Lydia, whom I sued ; 
 Steepy ways by which I waded, 
 And those truggs witli which I traded ; 
 Faber, Taber, pensive never, 
 Farewell merry mates for ever. 
 
 Now I hate all foreign places, 
 llobin Hood's well, and his chaces :
 
 118 BARNABiE IT1NERARIUM. 
 
 Vale Rosington, vale Retford, 
 
 Et antiqua sedes Bedford ; 
 
 Vale Dunchurch, Dunstable, Brickhill, 
 
 Alban, Barnet, Pimlico, Tickhill. 
 
 Vale Waltham, et Oswaldi 
 Sedes, situs Theobaldi, 
 Vale Godman chester, ubi 
 Mens elusa fuit nube; 
 Vale Kingsland, Islington, London*, 
 Quam amavi perdite quondam. 
 
 Vale Buntingford, ubi suaves 
 Vepres, vites, flores, aves, 
 Hospes grata et benigna, 
 Et amoris praebcns signa ; 
 
 * Ista novae moenia Trojae. 
 
 Nunc novae longum valcdico Trojaa, 
 Laeta quae flori, gravis est senectae, 
 Vina, picturae, Veneris facetae, 
 
 Cuncta valete. 
 Sin vero conjux, famuli, sorores, 
 Liberi, suaves laribus lepores 
 Confluant, mulcent varios laborcs: 
 
 Cuncta venite.
 
 barnaby's journal. 119 
 
 Farewell Rosington, farewell Retford, 
 And thou antient scat of Bedford ; 
 Farewell Dunchurch, Dunstable, Brickhill, 
 Alban, Barnet, Pimlico, Tiekhill. 
 
 Farewell Waltham, seat of Oswald, 
 That bright princely star of The'bald : 
 Farewell Godmanchester, where I 
 Was deluded by a fairy : 
 Farewell Kingsland, Islington, London # , 
 Which I lov'd, and by it undone. 
 
 Farewell Buntingford, where are thrushes, 
 Sweet briars, shred vines, private bushes ; 
 Hostess cheerful, mildly moving, 
 Giving tokens of her loving ; 
 
 * These be my New Troy's dying elegies. 
 
 Now to that New Troy bid adieu for ever, 
 Wine, Venus, pictures, can allure me never, 
 These are youth's darlings, age's hoary griever, 
 
 Fare ye well ever. 
 Farewell for ever, see you will I never, 
 Yet if wife, children, money hurry thither, 
 Where we may plant and solace us together, 
 
 Welcome for ever.
 
 120 BARNABJE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Alio juvat spatiari, 
 Pasci, pati, recreari. 
 
 Vale Stone, et Sacellum, 
 Quod splendentem habet Stellam, 
 Vale Haywood, Bruerton, Ridglay, 
 Litchfield, Coventry, Coleshill, Edglay, 
 Meredin, Wakefield, et amoeni 
 Campi, chori Georgii Green i. 
 
 Vale Clovvne, Don caster, Roth'ram, 
 Clapham, Ingleton, Waldon, Clothram, 
 With am, Grantham, New-wark, Tuxworth, 
 Uxbridge, Beconsfield, et Oxforth, 
 Geniis et ingeniis bonis 
 Satur, opibus Platonis. 
 
 Sprevi nunc Textoris acum, 
 Vale, vale Eboracum, 
 Alio nunc victurus more, 
 Mutans mores cum colore*; 
 
 * Incessit hyems niveis capillis, 
 
 Incessit hyems gelidis lacertis, 
 Nee mea curat carmina Phyllis, 
 Urbe telicta rustica vertes. 
 Conspicui vates repetend > Cupidinis aestus, 
 Sj>reta canunt Iepidis, ut senuere, procis.
 
 barnaby's journal. 121 
 
 I must in another nation 
 Take my fill of recreation. 
 
 Farewell precious Stone and Chapel, 
 Where Stella shines more fresh than th' apple: 
 Farewell Haywood, Bruerton, Ridglay, 
 Litchfield, Coventry, Coleshill, Edglay, 
 Meredin, Wakefield, farewell clean a 
 Meads and mares of George a, Green a. 
 
 Farewell Clowne, Doncaster, Roth'ram, 
 Clapham, Ingleton, Waldron, Clothram, 
 Witham, Grantham, New-wark, Tuxworth, 
 Uxbridge, Beconsfield, aud Oxforth, 
 Richly stor'd, I am no Gnatho, 
 With wit, wealth, worth, well of Plato. 
 
 Farewell York, I must forsake thee, 
 Weaver's shuttle shall not take me : 
 Hoary * hairs are come upon me, 
 Y outhful pranks will not become me ; 
 
 * Winter has now behoar'd my hairs, 
 
 Benumb'd my joints, and sinews too ; 
 Phyllis for verses little cares, 
 
 Leave city then, to th' country go. 
 Poets, when they have writ of love their fill, 
 Grown old, are scorn'd, tho' fancy crown their quill.
 
 122 BARNAB.E ITJNERARIUM. 
 
 Horreo, proprium coletis nidum, 
 Sacram violare fidem. 
 
 Vale Wentbrig, Towlerton, Sberburn, 
 Ferrybrig, Tadcaster, Helperby, Merburn 
 Vale Bainbrig, Askrig, YVorton, 
 Hardraw, Wenchley, Smeton, Burton: 
 Vale Ayscarth, Carperby, Redmeere, 
 Gastile, Killington, et Sedbergh. 
 
 Armentarius jam suiri factus, 
 Rure manens incoactus : 
 Suavis odor lucri tenet, 
 Parum euro unde venit, 
 Campo, choro, tecto, thoro, 
 Caul a, cell a, sylva, foro.
 
 barnaby's journal. 12$ 
 
 Th' bed to which I'm reconciled 
 Shall be by me ne'er defiled. 
 
 Farewell Wentbrig, Towlerton, Sherburn, 
 Ferry-brig, Tadcaster, Helperby, Merburn ; 
 Farewell Bainbrig, Askrig, Worton, 
 Hardraw, Wenchley, Smeton, Burton; 
 Farewell Ayscarth, Carperby, Redmeere, 
 Gastile, Killington, and Sedbergh. 
 
 I am now become a drover, 
 Country liver, country lover; 
 Smell of gain my sense benumbeth, 
 Little care I whence it cometh ; 
 Be't from camp, choir, cottage, carpet, 
 Field, fold, cellar, forest, market.
 
 124 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 EQUESTRIA FORA. 
 
 Veni Malton, artem laudo, 
 Vendens equum sine cauda, 
 Morbidum, mancum, claudum, caecum. 
 Forte si maneret mecum, 
 Probo, vendo, pretium datur ; 
 Quid si statim inoriatur?
 
 BARNABY S JOURNAL. 
 
 125 
 
 To Malton come I, praising th' sale, sir, 
 Of an horse without a tail, sir ; 
 Be he maim'd, lam'd, blind, diseased, 
 If I sell him, I'm well pleased ; 
 Should this kephal die next morrow, 
 I partake not in the sorrow.
 
 126 BARNABJE ITINERARIU M. 
 
 Ad forensem Rippon tendo, 
 Equi si sint cari, vendo, 
 Si minore pretio dempti, 
 Equi a me erunt empti ; 
 Ut alacrior fiat ille, 
 Ilia mordicant anguillag. 
 
 SEPTENTRIONALIA FORA. 
 
 Veni Pomfret, uberera venam, 
 Virgis* laserpitiis plenam. 
 
 Veni Topcliff cum sodali, 
 Non ad vinum sed venale. 
 
 Veni Thyrsk, ubi boves 
 Sunt venales pinguiores. 
 
 Veni Alerton laetam, latam, 
 Mercatori perquam gratam, 
 
 * Virgulta laseris florent amoenula 
 In hac angelica latius insula. 
 
 Vide lib. 3. stanz. 48.
 
 barnaby's journal. 127 
 
 Then to Rippon, I appear there 
 To sell horses if they're dear there ; 
 If they're cheap, I use to buy them, 
 And i'th' country profit by them ; 
 Where to quicken 'em, I'll tell ye, 
 I put quick eels into their belly. 
 
 NORTHERN FAIRS. 
 
 Thence to Pomfret, freshly flowred, 
 And with rods* of liquorice stored. 
 
 Thence to Topcliff with my fellow, 
 Not to bouze wine, but to sell low. 
 
 Thence to Thyrsk, where bullocks grazed 
 Are for sale i'th' market placed. 
 
 Thence to Alerton, cheerful, fruitful, 
 To the seller very grateful ; 
 
 * Rods of Liquorice sweetly smile 
 In that rich yngelic isle. 
 
 See Book 3, Stanza 4 8.
 
 128 BARN ABE ITINERABIUM. 
 
 In, utiliorem actum, 
 Eligo locum pecori aptum. 
 
 Veni Darlington, servans leges 
 In custodiendo greges. 
 
 Inde Middlam cursum flecto, 
 Spe lucrandi tramite recto, 
 Nullum renuo laborem, 
 Quaestus sapiens odorem ; 
 ' Nulla via modo vera 
 Est ad bonos mores sera.' 
 
 TRA-MONTANA FORA. 
 
 Hisce foris nullum bonum 
 Capiens, Septentrionem 
 Ocyore peto pede, 
 Ditiore f'rui sede : 
 Asperae cautes, ardui collet, 
 Lucri gratia mihi molles. 
 
 Veni Appleby, ubi natus, 
 Primam sedem comitatus.
 
 BARN ABY'S JOURNAL. 129 
 
 There to chuse a place I'm chariest. 
 Where my beasts may show the fairest. 
 
 Thence to Darlington, never swerving 
 From our drove, laws worth observing. 
 
 Thence to Middlam am I aiming 
 In a direct course of gaining ; 
 I refuse no kind of labour, 
 Where I smell some gainful savour: 
 ' No way, be it ne'er the homeliest, 
 Is rejected, being honest.' 
 
 TRA-MONTANE FAIRS. 
 
 In these fairs, if I find nothing 
 Worth the staying, I'm no slow thing; 
 To the North frame I my passage, 
 Wing'd with hope of more advantage: 
 Ragged rocks, and steepy hillows, 
 Are by gain more soft than pillows. 
 
 Thence to native Appleby mount I, 
 Th' antient seat of all that county.
 
 130 BARNAB^ ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Illinc Penrith speciosam, 
 Omni merce copiosam. 
 
 Illinc Roslay, ubi tota 
 Grex a gente venit Scota. 
 
 Hinc per limitem obliquam 
 Veni Ravinglass antiquam ; 
 Illinc Dalton peramoenum ; 
 Hinc Oustonum fruge plenum : 
 Donee Hauxide specto sensim ; 
 Illinc sedem Lancastrensem. 
 
 Veni Garstang, ubi nata 
 Sunt armenta ironte lata. 
 
 Hinc ad Ingleforth ut descendi, 
 Pulchri vituli sunt emendi. 
 
 Illinc Burton limina peto, 
 Grege lauta fronde laeta. 
 
 Veni Horneby, sedem claram, 
 ' Spes lucrandi fert avarum ;' 
 Coeea-sacra fames auri 
 Me consortem fecit tauri : 
 Sprevi Veneris amorem 
 ' Lucrum summum dat odorem.'
 
 barnaby's journal. 131 
 
 Thence to peerless Penrith went I, 
 Which of merchandise hath plenty. 
 
 Thence to Roslay, where our lot is, 
 To commerce with people Scottish. 
 By a passage crook'dly tending, 
 Thence to Ravinglass I'm bending: 
 Thence to Dalton, most delightful ; 
 Thence to oaten Ouston fruitful ; 
 Thence to Hauxide's marish pasture ; 
 Thence to th' seat of old Lancaster. 
 
 Thence to Garstang, where are feeding, 
 Herds with large fronts, freely breeding. 
 
 Thence to Ingleforth I descended, 
 Where choice bull-calves will be vended. 
 
 Thence to Burton's bounders pass I, 
 Fair in flocks, in pastures grassy. 
 
 Thence to Horneby, seat renowned, 
 ' Thus with gain are worldings drowned ;' 
 Secret-sacred thirst of treasure 
 Makes my bullocks my best pleasure : 
 Should Love woo me, I'd not have her, 
 ' It is gain yields sweetest savour.'
 
 132 BAHNABiE 1TINERARIUM. 
 
 Veni Lonesdale, venientein 
 Laticem socii praepotentern 
 Haurientes, haesitantes, 
 Fluctuantes, titubantes, 
 Allicerent, narro verum, 
 Sed non sum qui semel eram. 
 Me ad limen trahunt orci, 
 Uti lutum petunt porci, 
 Aut ad vomitum fertur canis, 
 Sed intentio fit inanis: 
 Oculis clausis hos consortes 
 Praeterire didici mortis. 
 
 Mirtil. Miror, Faustule, miror vere, 
 Bacchi te clientem heri, 
 Spreto geuio jucundo, 
 Mentem immersisse mundo: 
 Die quid agis/ubi vivis, 
 Semper eris mundo civis ? 
 
 Fauslul. Erras, Mirtille, si me credas 
 Nunquam Bacchi petere sedes; 
 Thyrsus vinctus erit collo, 
 * Semel in anno ridet Apollo;'
 
 baknaby's journal. 133 
 
 Thence to Lonesdale, where were at it 
 Boys that scorn'd quart-ale by statute, 
 Till they stagger'd, stammer'd, stumbled, 
 Railed, reeled, rolled, tumbled ; 
 Musing I should be so 'stranged, 
 I resolv'd them I was changed. 
 To the sink of sin they drew me, 
 Where like hogs in mire they threw me, 
 Or like dogs unto their vomit, 
 But their purpose I o'ercomed ; 
 With shut eyes I flung in anger 
 From those mates of death and danger. 
 
 Mir. Surely, Faustulus, I do wonder 
 How thou, who so long liv'd under 
 Bacchus, where choice wits resounded, 
 Shouldst be thus i'th' world drowned. 
 What do' st? where liv'st r in brief deliver. 
 Wilt thou be a worldling ever i 
 
 Faust. Tho err'st, Mirtillus, so do more too, 
 If thou think'st I never go to 
 Bacchus temple, which [ follow ; 
 ' Once a year laughs wise Apollo;'
 
 134 BARNABJE 1T1NERAR1UM. 
 
 Pellens animi dolores, 
 Mutem crines, nunquam mores. 
 Socios habeo vere gratos, 
 Oppidanos prope natos, 
 Intra, extra, circa muros, 
 Qui rnordaces tollunt curas: 
 Hiscejuvat sociari, 
 t apricis* spatiari. 
 
 Nunc ad Richmond, primo flore 
 Nunc ad Nesham cum uxore, 
 Laeto cursu properamus, 
 Et amamur et amamus : 
 Pollent rloribus ambulacra, 
 Vera Veris simulachra. 
 
 Nunc ad Ashton invitato 
 Ab amico et cognato, 
 
 * Si per apricos spatiari locos 
 Gaudeat, mentcm relevare meam 
 Anxiam curis, studiisque gravem.
 
 barnaby's journal. 135 
 
 Where I drench grief's slight physicians, 
 Hair I change, but no conditions. 
 Cheerful comrades have I by me, 
 Townsmen that do neighbour nigh me ; 
 Within, without, where'er I rest me, 
 Carking cares do ne'er molest me : 
 With these I please to consort me, 
 And in open fields * to sport me. 
 
 Now to Richmond, when spring's come on, 
 Now to Nesham with my woman; 
 With free course we both approve it, 
 Where we love, and are beloved ; 
 Here fields flower with freshest creatures, 
 Representing Flora's features. 
 
 Now to Ashton, I'm invited 
 By my friend and kinsman cited; 
 
 * Thus thro' the fair fields, when I have best leisure, 
 Diaper'd richly, do I take my pleasure, 
 To cheer my studies with a pleasing measure.
 
 136 BARNABiE ITINERARIUM. 
 
 Dant hospitium abditae cellae, 
 
 Radiantes orbis stelloe. 
 
 Mensa, mera, omnia plena, 
 
 Grata f'ronte et serena. 
 
 Nunc ad Cowbrow, ubi loetus, 
 
 Una mente confluit ccetus, 
 
 Nescit locus lachrymare, 
 
 Et scit hospes osculari, 
 
 Facit in amoris testem 
 
 Anser vel gallina festum. 
 
 Nunc ad Natland, ubi florem 
 Convivalem et pastorem 
 Specto ; spiro ora rosea, 
 A queis nectar et ambrosia: 
 Castitatis autem curae 
 Me intactum servant rure. 
 
 Nunc ad Kirkland, et de eo 
 1 Prope templo, procul Deo,' 
 Dici potest, spectent templum, 
 Sacerdotis et exemplum, 
 Audient tamen citius sonum 
 r J"ibia3 tamen concionum.
 
 barnaby's journal. 137 
 
 Secret cellars entertain me, 
 Beauteous-beaming stars inflame me ; 
 Meat, mirth, music, wines, are there full, 
 With a count'nance blithe and cheerful. 
 
 Now to Cowbrow, quickly thither 
 Jovial boys do flock together; 
 In which place all sorrow lost is, 
 Guests know how to kiss their hostess ; 
 Nought but love doth border near it, 
 Goose and hen will witness bear it. 
 
 Now to Natland, where choice beauty 
 And a shepherd do salute me ; 
 Lips I relish richly roseack, 
 Purely nectar and ambrosiack ; 
 But I'm chaste, as doth become me, 
 For the country's eyes are on me. 
 
 Now to Kirkland, truly by it 
 May that say' be verified, 
 c Far from God, but near the temple,' 
 Tho' their pastor gave example: 
 They are such a kind of vermin, 
 Pipe they'd rather hear than sermon.
 
 138 BARNAB.SE 1TINERAR1UM. 
 
 Nunc ad Kendal, propter pannum*; 
 Coetum, situm, aldermannum f, 
 Virgines pulchras, pias matres, 
 Et viginti quatuor fratres, 
 Vere clarum et beatum, 
 Mihi nactum, notum, natum, 
 Ubi, (dicam pace vestra,) 
 Tectum mittitur e fenestra ; 
 Cura lucrij cura fori, 
 Saltant cum Johanne Dori : 
 Sancti fratres cum poeta, 
 Laeta canunt et faceta. 
 
 Nunc ad Staveley, ubi aves 
 Melos modos cantant suaves, 
 Sub arbustis et virgultis 
 Molliore musco fultis. 
 
 * Lanificii gloria, et industriae ita prsecellens, ut eo no- 
 mine sit celeberrimum. Camd. Brit. 
 Pannus mihi panis. Mot. 
 
 f Nomine major eas, nee sis minor omine sedis, 
 Competat ut titulo civicavita novo.
 
 barnaby's journal. 139 
 
 Now to Kendal, for cloth-making*, 
 Sight, site, alderman -f- awaking; 
 Beauteous damsels, modest mothers, 
 And her four and twenty brothers ; 
 Ever in her honour spreading, 
 Where I had my native breeding. 
 Where, I'll tell you, while none mind us, 
 We threw th' house quite out at windows ; 
 Nought inaketh them or me ought sorry, 
 They dance lively with John Dory : 
 Holy brethren with their poet 
 Sing, nor care they much who know it. 
 
 Now to Staveley, strait repair I, 
 Where sweet birds do hatch, their airy 
 Arbours, oziers freshly showing, 
 With soft mossy rhind o'er growing : 
 
 * A town so highly renowned for her commodious cloth- 
 ing, and industrious trading, as her name is become famous 
 in that kind. Camd. Brit. 
 
 Cloth is my bread. Motto. 
 
 f Now hast thou chang'd thy title unto may'r, 
 Let life, state, style, improve thy charter there.
 
 140 BARNABiE ITINERAR1UM. 
 
 Cellis, sylvis, et tabernis, 
 An feliciorem cernis ? 
 
 Mir. Esto Faustule ! recumbe, 
 Rure tuo carmina funde ; 
 Vive, vale, profice, cresce, 
 ArethusaB alma messe ; 
 Tibi Zephyrus sub fago 
 Dulciter afflet. Faust. Gratias ago.
 
 barnaby's journal. 141 
 
 For woods, air, ale, all excelling : 
 Wouldst thou have a neater dwelling? 
 
 Mir. Be't so, Faustulus ! there repose thee, 
 Cheer thy country with thy poesy ; 
 Live, fare well, as thou deservest, 
 Rich in Arethusa's harvest: 
 Under th' beach, while shepherds rank thee 
 Zephyrus bless thee. Faust. I do thank thee.
 
 142 
 
 AD PHILOXENUM. 
 
 Te \iatores lepidi patronum, 
 Te tuae dicunt patriae coronam, 
 Vatis et vitis roseae corymbum, 
 Artis alum num. 
 Te tuus vates lvricis salutat 
 Qui fidem nulla novitate mutat, 
 Nee nova venti levitate nutat, 
 
 Fidus ad aras. 
 Efficit egregios nobilis alia viros. 
 Foecundi calices quern non fecere disertum ? 
 Inflatum hesterno venas, ut semper, Iaccho, 
 Si vitulum spectes, nihil est quod pocuia 
 laudes.
 
 143 
 
 TO PHILOXENUS. 
 
 The pleasingway mates titled have their patron, 
 Their country's glory, which they build their 
 
 state on, 
 The poet's wine-bush, which they use to 
 prate on, 
 
 Arts merry minion. 
 In lyrick measures doth thy bard salute thee, 
 Who with a constant resolution suits thee, 
 Nor can ought move me to remove me from 
 thee, 
 
 But my religion. 
 The oil of malt, and juice of spritely nectar 
 Have made my muse more valiant thanH ector. 
 O'ei flowing cups, whom have they not made 
 
 learned ? 
 Full-blown my veins are, and so well they may* 
 With brimming healths of wine drunk yester- 
 day. 
 If thou dost love thy flock, leave off to pot.
 
 144 
 
 BESSIE BELL: 
 
 Cantio Latind Versa, alternis Vicibus et 
 modernis Vocibus decantanda. 
 
 AUTHORE CORYMBjEO. 
 
 Damatas. Eliza-Bella. 
 
 I. 
 
 Dam. Bellula Bella, mi puella, 
 Tu me corde tenes, 
 O si clausa simus cella 
 Mars et Lemnia Venus ! 
 Tanto mi es, quanti tua res, 
 Ne spectes Bellula mundum, 
 Non locus est cui crimen obest 
 In amoribus ad coeundum.
 
 145 
 
 BESSY BELL: 
 
 To be sung in altern Courses and modern 
 Voices. 
 
 BY CORYMBiEUS. 
 
 Damcetas. Eliza-Bella. 
 
 I. 
 
 Dam. My bonny Bell, I love thee so well, 
 I would thou wad scund alang hither, 
 That we might here in cellar dwell, 
 And blend our bows together ! 
 Dear art' to me as thy geer's to thee. 
 The world will never suspect us, 
 This place it is private, 'tis folly to drive it, 
 Love's spies have no eyes to detect us. 
 
 L
 
 146 BESSIE BELL. 
 
 II. 
 
 Bel. Crede Damaetas, non sinit aetas 
 Ferre Cupidinis ignem, 
 Vir vere ketusintende pecus 
 Cura et carmine dignum. 
 Non amo te, ne tu ames me ? 
 Nam juga premitur gravi, 
 Quaecunque nubit et uno cubat, 
 Nee amo, nee amor, nee amavi. 
 III. 
 
 Dam. Virginis vita fit inimica 
 Principi, patriae, proli, 
 In orbe sita ne sis invita 
 Sponsa nitidula coli. 
 Aspice vultum numine cultum, 
 Flore, colore jucundum, 
 Hie locus est, nam lucus adest 
 In amoribus ad coeunduin. 
 IV. 
 
 Itel. Ah pudet fari, cogor amari, 
 Volo, sed nolo f'ateri,
 
 BESSY BELL. 147 
 
 II. 
 
 Bell. Trust me,Dama3tas, youth will not let us 
 Yet to be sing'd with love's taper, 
 Bonny blithe swainlin intend thy lambkin, 
 To requite both thy lays and thy labour. 
 I love not thee, why should'st thou love me? 
 The yoke I cannot approve it, 
 Then lie still with one, I'd rather have none, 
 Nor I love, nor am lov'd, nor have loved. 
 III. 
 
 Dam. To lead apes in hell, it will not do well, 
 'Tis an enemy to procreation, 
 In the world to tarry, and never to marry, 
 Would bring it soon to desolation. 
 See my countenance merry,cheeks red as cherry, 
 This cover will never suspect us, 
 This place it is private, 'tis folly to drive it, 
 Love's spies have no eyes to detect us. 
 IV. 
 
 Bell. 'Las maidens must feign it, I love tho' 
 I lain it, 
 I would, but I will not confess it,
 
 148 BESSIE BELL. 
 
 Expeclit mari lenocinari, 
 At libet ista tacere. 
 Non amo te, quid tu amas me? 
 Nam jugo premitur gravi, 
 Quaecunque nubit et uno cubat, 
 Nee amo, nee amor, nee amavi. 
 V. 
 
 Dam. Candida Bella, splendida Stella^, 
 Languida lumina cerne, 
 Emitte mclla Eliza-Bella, 
 Lentula taidia sperne. 
 Mors mihi mora, hac ipsa bora 
 Jungamus ora per undam, 
 Nam loeus est cui erimen abest 
 In amoribus ad coeundum. 
 VI. 
 
 Bel. Perge Daimctas, nunc pruriit &>tas, 
 Me nudam aceipe solam, 
 I)( j mitte pecus si Bellain pctas, 
 Exue virginis stolam.
 
 BESSIE BELL. 149 
 
 My years are consorting, and fain would be 
 
 sporting, 
 Bat bash fulness shames to express it. 
 I love not thee, why should'st thou love me ? 
 That yoke I cannot approve it, 
 Then lie still with one, I'd rather have none, 
 IS or [ love, nor am lov'd, nor have loved. 
 
 V. 
 Dam. My beauteous Bell, who stars do excel, 
 See mine eyes never drys, but do wet me, 
 Some comfort unbuckle,mysweethoneysuckle, 
 Come away, do not stay, \ entreat thee. 
 Delay would undo me, hie quickly unto me, 
 This river will never suspect us, 
 This place it is private, 'tis folly to drive it, 
 Love's spies have no eyes to detect us. 
 
 VI. 
 Bell. Come on Damaetas, ripe age doth fit us, 
 Take aside thy nak'd bride and enjoy her, 
 So thou cull thy sweeting", let flocks fall a 
 
 bleating, 
 My maids weed on thy mede I'll bestow there.
 
 150 BESSIE BELL. 
 
 Sic amo te, si tu ames me, 
 Nam jugo premitur suavi, 
 Quaecunque nuhit et uno cubat, 
 Et amo, et amor, et amavi.
 
 BESSY BELL. 151 
 
 Thus I love thee, so do thou love me, 
 The yoke is so sweet, I approve it, 
 To lie still with one, is better than none, 
 I do love, I am lov'd, and have lov'd it. 
 
 THE END.
 
 152 
 
 AN 
 
 INDEX 
 
 OF THE 
 
 MEN, PLACES, SIGNS, &c. 
 
 
 Page 
 
 Aberford 
 
 15 
 
 Address to Philoxenus 
 
 143 
 
 Alderman bury, at the Axe 
 
 55 
 
 Alerton 
 
 99, 127 
 
 Appleby 
 
 129 
 
 Ashton 
 
 33, 135 
 
 Ask rig 
 
 107 
 
 Author marries, and turns Farmer 
 
 123 
 
 Ayscarth 
 
 lOO
 
 INDEX. 153 
 
 B 
 
 Bainbrig 105 
 
 Banbury 5 
 Banister, a noted Innkeeper at Preston 35 
 
 Barkley 7 
 Barnet, at the Purse, the Bears made him 
 
 bewray himself 51 
 
 Bantree 87 
 
 Bessy Bell, a Song 145 
 
 Bradford 19 
 
 Br am ham 93 
 
 Brickhill 49 
 
 Bruarton, a merry Story 41 
 
 Budworth, at the Coek 37 
 
 Buntingford 69 
 
 Burleigh 79 
 
 Burton 131 
 
 C 
 
 Cambridge 71 
 
 Cardinal's Hat 55 
 
 Carperby 103 
 
 Caxston 69
 
 154 INDEX. 
 
 Clapham 
 
 
 
 21 
 
 Ciowne 
 
 
 
 15 
 
 Coleshill, the Bi 
 
 i teller's W 
 
 ife there 43 
 
 Coventry, for bl 
 
 ue 
 
 
 43 
 
 Cowbrovv 
 
 
 
 23, 137 
 
 Cranes, Three 
 
 
 D 
 
 55 
 
 Daintree 
 
 
 
 7, 45 
 
 Dal ton 
 
 
 
 131 
 
 Darlington 
 
 
 
 101, 129 
 
 Doncaster 
 
 
 
 15, 89 
 
 Dun church 
 
 
 
 45 
 
 Dunstable 
 
 
 
 49 
 
 Dory, John, dan 
 
 ced 
 
 with 
 E 
 
 139 
 
 Euston 
 
 
 
 35 
 
 Ferry brig gi 
 
 G 
 
 Gandy, Tom 39 
 
 Garsta ng 35^ 13] 
 
 Gastile 107
 
 INDEX. 155 
 
 Giggleswick 
 
 21 
 
 Godmanchester 
 
 71 
 
 Godstow 
 
 7 
 
 Gotham 
 
 9 
 
 Green, Franc, of Stratford, and his hand- 
 
 some Wife 
 
 47 
 
 Griffin in the Old Baily 
 
 55 
 
 Grantham 
 
 83 
 
 H. 
 
 
 Hardravv 
 
 107 
 
 Harrington 
 
 73 
 
 Harts-horns 
 
 55 
 
 Hauxide 
 
 131 
 
 Haywood 
 
 41 
 
 Helperby 
 
 97 
 
 Highgate, the Horn there 
 
 53 
 
 Hoeklayhole 
 
 49 
 
 Hoddesden 
 
 65 
 
 Holborn-bridge, at the Rose 
 
 55 
 
 Hollo way 
 
 53 
 
 Holm Chapel, lor Ale 
 
 39 
 
 Horneby 
 
 131
 
 156 INDEX. 
 
 Huntington 71 
 
 Ingleforth 
 
 131 
 
 Ingleton 
 
 21 
 
 John, Little 
 
 9 
 
 John a Gaunt 
 
 33 
 
 Islington, at the Lion 
 
 53, 63 
 
 K 
 
 
 Kendall 
 
 22, 109, 139 
 
 Kighley 
 
 19 
 
 Killington 
 
 109 
 
 Kingsland 
 
 63 
 
 Kirklaud 23, 137 
 
 Knavesmire, near York, where the Piper 
 
 was hanged, and played afterwards 95 
 L 
 Leicester, at the Bell 9 
 
 Leave taken of all the Places he drank at, 
 
 from 11.5 to 123 
 Litchfield, he borrowed Money of an 
 
 old Usurer 43 
 
 London 03 
 
 Lonesdale '23, 133
 
 INDEX. 
 
 
 
 157 
 
 Lousy Hill 
 
 
 
 99 
 
 M 
 
 
 
 
 Maidenly John 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 Malton 
 
 
 
 125 
 
 Mansfield 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 Meredin, merry with his 
 
 Landlady 
 
 Joan 
 
 43 
 
 Middlain 
 
 
 103, 
 
 129 
 
 Mother Red Cap's, at Hollovvay 
 
 
 53 
 
 N 
 
 
 
 
 Natland 
 
 
 23, 
 
 137 
 
 Nesham, for its Nunnery 
 
 famous 
 
 
 101 
 
 Newcastle under Line 
 
 
 
 39 
 
 Newfounded College 
 
 
 
 75 
 
 Newton in the Willows 
 
 
 
 37 
 
 Newark 
 
 
 
 85 
 
 Nottingham 
 
 
 
 9 
 
 O 
 
 
 
 
 Overbowles 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 Ouston 
 
 
 
 131 
 
 Oxford 
 
 
 
 5 
 
 P 
 
 
 
 
 Penrith 
 
 
 
 131 
 
 Pomfret, for Liquorice 
 
 
 91, 
 
 127
 
 158 INDEX. 
 
 Jfreston 
 
 
 
 
 31 
 
 Puckeridge 
 
 
 R 
 
 
 67 
 
 Rainesford, the 
 
 Pre! 
 
 ate 
 
 there 
 
 75 
 
 Ravinglass 
 
 
 
 
 131 
 
 Redbourn 
 
 
 
 
 49 
 
 Redmeere 
 
 
 
 
 103 
 
 Retford 
 
 
 
 
 87 
 
 Richmond 
 
 
 
 
 101, 135 
 
 Ridgelay 
 
 
 
 
 41 
 
 Ripon 
 
 
 
 
 127 
 
 Robin Hood 
 
 9, 
 
 
 His 
 
 Well 89 
 
 Rosamond's Bovver 
 
 
 
 7 
 
 Rose, a pretty Girl at Newton in Lanca- 
 shire 37 
 Roslay 131 
 Rotheram, at the Bull 15 
 Royston 69 
 
 S 
 
 Sarah's Hole 81 
 
 Sautry 75 
 
 Scarlet, Robin Hood's Man 9
 
 INDEX. 
 
 
 159 
 
 Scrubie 
 
 
 87 
 
 Sedbergh 
 
 
 109 
 
 Sherburn 
 
 
 93 
 
 Sherwood 
 
 
 9 
 
 Smeton 
 
 
 99 
 
 St. Albans 
 
 
 51 
 
 Stamford 
 
 
 81 
 
 Staveley 
 
 9,5, 
 
 139 
 
 Stilton 
 
 
 77 
 
 Stone, at the Bell 
 
 
 39 
 
 Stonegatehole 
 
 
 73 
 
 Stratford 
 
 
 47 
 
 T 
 
 
 
 Tadeastcr 
 
 
 93 
 
 Tauk-a-Hill 
 
 
 39 
 
 Theobald's 
 
 
 65 
 
 Thyrsk 
 
 99, 
 
 1'27 
 
 To pel iff 
 
 97, 
 
 l c 27 
 
 Tosseter, where he sate up a 
 
 !! night 
 
 47 
 
 Tottenham High Cross 
 
 
 65 
 
 Towlerton 
 
 
 95 
 
 Tra-montane Fairs 
 
 
 129
 
 lbO 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 
 Tuxvvorth 
 
 W. 
 
 85 
 
 Wademill 
 
 
 67 
 
 Wakefield Pindar 
 
 
 17 
 
 Waltham Abbey 
 
 
 65 
 
 Wansforth-brigs 
 
 
 77 
 
 Ware 
 
 
 67 
 
 Warrington 
 
 
 37 
 
 Wedon, where he 
 
 vomited 
 
 45 
 
 Wentbridge 
 
 
 89 
 
 Wench ly 
 
 
 103 
 
 Wetherby 
 
 
 17 
 
 Wig an 
 
 
 35 
 
 Witham 
 
 
 83 
 
 Woodstock 
 
 
 7 
 
 Worton 
 
 
 105 
 
 Y 
 
 York, where he lay with the Weaver's Wife 93 
 Young, the Tobacconist 57 
 
 Younger, Tom, of Briekhill 49 

 
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