THE

PENNYLES
PILGRIMAGE,

OR

The Money-leffe perambulation,

of IOHN TAYLOR, Alias
the Kings Majesties
Water-Poet.

HOW HE TRAVAILED ON FOOT
from London to Edenborough in Scotland, not carrying
any Money to or fro, neither Begging, Borrow-
ing, or Asking Meate, drinke or
Lodging.

With his Description of his Entertainment
in all places of his Iourney, and a true Report
of the vnmatchable Hunting in the Brea
of Marre and Badenoch in

Scotland.

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

Lastly that (which is Rare in a Trauailer)
all is true.

LONDON

Printed by Edw: Allde, at the charges of the
Author. 1618

144 55.43.96

TO THE TRULY

NOBLE AND RIGHT

HONORABLE LORD GEORGE MAR

quis of Buckingham, Viscount Villiers, Baron of Whaddon, Justice in Eyre of all his Majesty's Forests, Parks, and Chases beyond Trent, Master of the Horse to his Majesty, and one of the Gentlemen of his Highness Royal Bed-Chamber, Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, and one of his Majesty's most Honorable Privy Council of both the Kingdoms of England

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and Scotland.

IGHT Honorable, and worthy honoured Lord, as in my Travels, I was entertained, welcomed, and relieved by many

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

Your Honors,

In all observance,

JOHN TAYLOR,

HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY
DEPOSITED BY THE LIBRARY OF

GRADUATE SCHOOL OF BUSINESS AT

Nov 18, 194

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

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

much goodness formerly received; so much for that, and now Reader, if you expect

That I should write of cities' situations,

Or that of countries I should make relations :

Of brooks, crooks, nooks; of rivers, bournes and

rills,

Of mountains, fountains, castles, towers and hills,
Of shires, and piers, and memorable things,
Of lives and deaths of great commanding kings,
I touch not those, they not belong to me;
But if such things as these you long to see,
Lay down my book, and but vouchsafe to read
The learned Camden, or laborious Speed.

And so God speed you and me, whilst I rest
Yours in all thankfulness:
JOHN TAYLOR.

TAYLOR'S

PENNILESS PILGRIMAGE.

IST Lordlings, list (if you have lust to list)

I write not here a tale of had I wist:

But you shall hear of travels, and relations,
Descriptions of strange (yet English)

fashions.

And he that not believes what here is writ,
Let him (as I have done) make proof of it.
The year of grace, accounted (as I ween)
One thousand twice three hundred and eighteen,
And to relate all things in order duly,

'Twas Tuesday last, the fourteenth day of July,
Saint Revels day, the almanack will tell ye

The sign in Virgo was, or near the belly :
The moon full three days old, the wind full south;
At these times I began this trick of youth.

I speak not of the tide, for understand,

My legs I made my oars, and rowed by land,