The worst was, we did neither sup nor sleep, We need not stand upon long ready making, I like a true man left my sheets behind. (Not that Newcastle standing upon Tyne) But this town situation doth confine In this town of Newcastle, I overtook an hostler, and I asked him what the next town was called, that was in my way toward Lancaster, he holding the end of a riding rod in his mouth, as if it had been a flute, piped me this answer, and said, Talk-on-the-Hill; I asked him again what he said Talk-on-the-Hill: I demanded the third time, and the third time he answered me as he did before, Talk-onthe-Hill. I began to grow choleric, and asked him why he could not talk, or tell me my way as well there as on the hill; at last I was resolved, that the next town was four miles off me, and that the C name of it was, Talk-on-the-Hill: I had not travelled above two miles farther: but my last night's supper (which was as much as nothing) my mind being informed of it by my stomach. I made a virtue of necessity, and went to breakfast in the Sun: I have fared better at three Suns many times before now, in Aldersgate Street, Cripplegate, and new Fish Street; but here is the odds, at those Suns they will come upon a man with a tavern bill as sharp cutting as a. tailor's bill of items: a watchman's-bill, or a welshhook falls not half so heavy upon a man; besides, most of the vintners have the law in their own hands, and have all their actions, cases, bills of debt, and such reckonings tried at their own bars; from whence there is no appeal. But leaving these impertinences, in the material Sunshine, we eat a substantial dinner, and like miserable guests we did. budget up the reversions. And now with sleep my muse hath eased her brain I came unto Sir Urian Leigh's at last, " TAYLOR'S Penniless Pilgrimage. At Adlington, near Macclesfield he doth dwell, 15 Through his great love, my stay with him was fixed, At his own table I did daily eat, Whereat may be supposed, did want no meat, He's no carranto, cap'ring, carpet knight, But he knows when, and how to speak or fight, But what mine ears, and eyes did hear and see, Nor do I pen this to enlarge his fame. His kinsman Edmund Prestwitch, he ordained, Two nights, and one day, ere we thence could pass, grass; This gentleman not only gave harbour, But in the morning sent me to hls barber, Who laved, and shaved me, still I spared my purse, Yet sure he left me many a hair the worse. But in conclusion, when his work was ended, God Then came a smith, with shoes, and tooth and nail, fail, Yet this I note, my nag, through stones and dirt, How men of Manchester did use me well, Their loves they on the tenter-hooks did rack, . Roast, boiled, baked, too-too-much, white, claret, sack, Nothing they thought too heavy or too hot, Can followed can, and pot succeeded pot, That what they could do, all they thought too little, We went into the house of one John Pinners, Then had we ale of sage, and ale of malt, And ale of wormwood, that could make one halt, With ale of rosemary, and betony, And two ales more, or else I needs must lic. But to conclude this drinking aley-tale, |