[From Coryate’s Crambe, 1611 ]
Certain Verses
Written Upon Coryate’s Crudities, Which
Should
Have Been Printed with the Other Panegyric Lines,
but Then Were
Upon Some Occasions Omitted, and
Now Communicated to the World.
Incipit Ben Jonson
To the London Reader, on the Odcombian
writer, Polytopian
Thomas the Traveller.
By the scale of his book, a yard of his style? 10
Which unto all ages for his will be known,
And that you may see he most luckily meant
In five months he went it, in five months he penned it.
The map of his journey, and sees in his book
There named to be travelled? For this our Tom saith:
Each leaf of his journal and line doth unlock,
He went out at each place, and at what he came in, 25
How long he did stay, at what sign he did inn.
Besides he tried ship, cart, wagon, and chair,
Horse, foot, and all but flying in the air:
Or builders of story have oft imputation 30
Of lying, he fears so much the reproof
Of his foot, or his pen, his brain, or his hoof,
That he dares to inform you, but somewhat meticulous,
That sacred to Odcombe are now there suspended, 40
I mean that one pair, wherewith he so hobbled
From Venice to Flushing, were not they well cobbled?
Yes. And thanks God in his ’pistle or his book
How many learnèd men he have drawn with his hook
He there doth protest he saw of the eleven.
Nay, more in his wardrobe, if you will laugh at a
Except a doublet, and bought of the Jews:
So that not them, his scabs, lice, or the stews, 50
Or anything else that another should hide,
Doth he once dissemble, but tells he did ride
And being at Flushing enforcèd to feel
Which he not denies. Now, being so free,
Poor Tom, have we cause to suspect just thee?
No: as I first said, who would write a story at
The height, let him learn of Master Tom Coryate. 60