All the vvorkes of Iohn Taylor the water-poet Beeing sixty and three in number. Collected into one volume by the author: vvith sundry new additions corrected, reuised, and newly imprinted, 1630.

That haue wasted, Mōths, weeks, dayes, & houres In viewing Kingdomes, Countries, Townes, and Without al measure, measuring many paces, (tow'rs, ••nd with my pen describing many places, With few additions of mine owne deuizing, Because I haue a smacke of Cortatizing) ••ur Mandeuill, Primaleon, Don Quixot, ••••reat Amadis, or Huon, traueld not •• I haue done, or beene where I haue beene, •••• heard and seene, what I haue heard and seene; ••or Britaines Odcombe(Zany braue Vlissis) •••• all his ambling, saw the like as this is. ••was in (would I could describe it well) •••• darke, light, pleasant, profitable hell, ••and as by water I was wasted in, •• thought that I in Charons Boare had bin, ••••ut being at the entrance landed thus, ••hree men there (in stead of Cerberus) ••••••••••••me in, in each one hand a light •••• guide vs in that vault of endlesse night, There young & old with glim'ring candles burning Digge, delue, and labour, turning and returning, Some in a hole with baskets and with baggs, Resembling furies, or infernall haggs: There one like Tantall feeding, and there one, Like Sisiphus he ••owles that restlesse stone. Yet all I saw was pleasure mixt with profit, Which prou'd it to be no tormenting Tophet: For in this honest, worthy, harmelesse hell, There ne'r did any damned Deuill dwell: And th' Owner of it games by 't more true glory, Then Rome doth by fantasticke Purgatory. A long mile thus I past, down, downe, steepe, steepe, In deepenesse far more deepe, then Neptunes deepe, Whilst o're my head (in fourefold stories hie) Was Earth, & Sea, & Ayre, and Sun, and Skie: That had I dyed in that Cimerian roome, Foure Elements had couered o're my tombe: Thus farther then the bottome did I goe, (And many Englishmen haue not done so;) Where mounting Porposes, and mountaine Whales, And Regiments of fish with finnes and Scales, Twixt me and Heauen did freely glide and slide, And where great ships may at an anchor ride: Thus in by Sea, and out by land I past, And tooke my leaue of good Sir George at last.