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    The Pennyles Pilgrimage Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor
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    The Pennyles Pilgrimage Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor
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    John Taylor

    John Taylor (b. 1952) is an American writer, critic, and translator who lives in France. Among his many translations of French, Italian, and Greek literature are books by Philippe Jaccottet, Pierre Chappuis, Pierre-Albert Jourdan, Georges Perros, Jacques Dupin, José-Flore Tappy, Pierre Voélin, Catherine Colomb, Lorenzo Calogero, Franca Mancinelli, Alfredo de Palchi, and Elias Petropoulos. About the latter Greek writer, he has written Harsh Out of Tenderness: The Greek Poet and Urban Folklorist Elias Petropoulos. Taylor's translations have been awarded grants and prizes from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Academy of American Poets, Pro Helvetia, and the Sonia Raiziss Charitable Foundation. He is the author of several volumes of short prose and poetry, most recently The Dark Brightness, Grassy Stairways, Remembrance of Water & Twenty-Five Trees, and a "double book" co-authored with Pierre Chappuis, A Notebook of Clouds & A Notebook of Ridges.

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      The Pennyles Pilgrimage Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor - John Taylor

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      Title: The Pennyles Pilgrimage

      Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor

      Author: John Taylor

      Release Date: February 18, 2009 [EBook #28108]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PENNYLES PILGRIMAGE ***

      Produced by Bryan Ness and the Online Distributed

      Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This book was

      produced from scanned images of public domain material

      from the Google Print project.)

      TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES

      1. Quotes, parentheses and other punctuation are sometimes missing or missplaced in the original. These have been made consistent with modern convention.

      2. Apostrophes, where missing in the original, have been added.

      3. Footnotes have been numbered sequentially and moved to the end of the book.

      4. Misspelled words have been corrected and such changes noted at the end of the book.

      THE

      PENNYLES

      PILGRIMAGE,

      OR

      The Money-lesse perambulation,

      of John Taylor, Alias

      the Kings Majesties

      Water-Poet.

      HOW HE TRAVAILED ON FOOT

      from London to Edenborough in Scotland, not carrying

      any Money to or fro, neither Begging, Borrowing,

      or Asking Meate, drinke or

      Lodging.

      With his Description of his Entertainment

      in all places of his Journey, and a true Report

      of the unmatchable Hunting in the Brea

      of Marre and Badenoch in

      Scotland.

      With other Observations, some serious and

      worthy of Memory, and some merry

      and not hurtfull to be Remembred.

      Lastly that (which is Rare in a Travailer)

      all is true.

      LONDON

      Printed by Edw: Allde, at the charges of the

      Author. 1618

      To the Truly

      Noble and Right

      Honorable Lord GEORGE MARQUIS

      of Buckingham, Viscount Villiers, Baron of

      Whaddon, Justice in Eyre of all his Majesty's

      Forests, Parks, and Chases beyond Trent, Master

      of the Horse to his Majesty, and one of the Gentlemen

      of his Highness Royal Bed-Chamber, Knight

      of the most Noble Order of the Garter, and

      one of his Majesty's most Honorable

      Privy Council of both the

      Kingdoms of England

      and Scotland.

      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.

      TO ALL MY LOVING ADVENTURERS,

      BY WHAT NAME OR TITLE SOEVER,

      MY GENERAL SALUTATION.

      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,

      Though in the morning I began to go

      Good fellows trooping, flocked me so,

      That make what haste I could, the sun was set,

      E're from the gates of London I could get.

      At last I took my latest leave thus late,

      At the Bell Inn, that's extra Aldersgate.

      There stood a horse that my provant[1] should carry,

      From that place to the end of my fegary,[2]

      My horse no horse, or mare, but gelded nag,

      That with good understanding bore

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