The Character of the famous Odcombian, or rather Polytopian,
Thomas the Coryate, Traveller and Gentleman Author of
these Quinquemestrial Crudities, done by a charitable friend
that thinks it necessary, by this time, you should understand the Maker, as well as the Work
He is an engine wholly consisting of extremes; a head, fingers, and toes. For 5
what his industrious toes have trod, his ready fingers have written, his subtle
head dictating. He was set a-going for Venice the fourteenth of May, anno 1608,
and returned home ( of himself) the third of October following, being wound
up for five months, or thereabouts: his peises two for one. Since, by virtue of
those weights, he hath been conveniently able to visit town and country, fairs and 10
markets, to all places and all societies a spectacle grateful, above that of Nineveh,
or the city of Norwich; and he is now become the better motion, by having this his
book his interpreter, which yet hath expressed his purse more than him, as we
the rest of his commenders have done, so unmercifully charging the press with
his praise. But to that gale he sets up all sails. He will bear paper (which is cloth) 15
enough. He hath ever since the first design of printing hereof been a deliciis to the
court, but served there in his own clothes and at his own costs, where he hath
not been costive of acquaintance to any, from the Palatine to the plebeian; which
popularity of his — it is thought by some of his Odcombians — may hurt him. But
he, free from all other symptoms of aspiring, will easily outcarry that, it being a 20
motley and no perfect ambition — the rather because when he should have been
taken up for the place (though he hastily prevented it with a tender of himself) he
conditioned to have no office of charge or nearness cast upon him, as the remora of
his future travel, for to that he is irrecoverably addicted. The word ‘travel’ affects
him in a wain-ox or pack-horse. A carrier will carry him from any company that 25
hath not been abroad, because he is a species of a traveller. But a Dutch post doth
ravish him. The mere superscription of a letter from Zurich sets him up like a top;
Basle or Heidelberg makes him spin. And at seeing the word Frankfurt or Venice,
though but on the title of a book, he is ready to break doublet, crack elbows, and
overflow the room with his murmur. He is a mad Greek, no less than a merry, and 30
will buy his eggs,∗ his puddings, his gingerbread, yea, cobble his shoes in the Attic
dialect, and would make it a matter of conscience to speak other, were he trusted
alone in a room with an andiron of state. The greatest politic that advances into
Paul’s he will quit, to go talk with the Grecian that begs there, such is his humility,
and doth grieve inwardly he was not born that country man for that purpose.∗ 35
You shall perceive a vein or thread of Greek run through his whole discourse,
and another of Latin, but that is the coarser. He is a great and bold carpenter of
words, or — to express him in one like his own — a Logodaedale; which voice when he
hears, ’tis doubtful whether he will more love at the first, or envy after that it was
not his own. All his phrase is the same with his manners and haviour, such as, if 40
they were studied, to make mourners merry; but the body of his discourse able
to break impostumes, remove the stone, open the passage from the bladder, and
undo the very knots of the gout, to cure even where physic hath turned her back,
and nature hung down her head for shame, being not only the antidote to resist
sadness, but the preservative to keep you in mirth a life and a day. A man might 45
undo the college that would practise with only him. And there is no man but to
enjoy his company would neglect anything but business. It is thought he lives
more by letting out of air∗ than drawing in, and feared his belly will exhibit a bill
in Chancery against his mouth for talking away his meals. He is always Tongue
Major of the company, and if ever the perpetual motion be to be hoped for, it 50
is from thence. He will ask ‘How you do?’ ‘Where you have been?’ ‘How is it?’
If you have travelled? How you like his book?, with ‘What news?’ and be guilty
of a thousand such courteous impertinences in an hour, rather than want the
humanity of vexing you. To conclude this ample traveller in some bounds, you
shall best know him by this: he is frequent at all sorts of free tables, where though 55
he might sit as a guest, he will rather be served in as a dish, and is loath to have
anything of himself kept cold against the next day. To give the non ultra of him in
a word, he is so substantive an author as will stand by himself without the need
of his book to be joined with him.
Here endeth the Character, attended with a Characterism Acrostic. 60