%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Whetstone for Lyers./ A Song of strange wonders, beleeue them, if you wil,/ As true as some Stories that Trauellers tell. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1630 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2008 20218

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1.466-467r S126301 1 With a Tricke that I have With A Trick That I Have FRom Barwicke to Douer,/ Ten thousand times ouer, ALL naked in Winter,/ Ile swim hence to Green-lad, formerly conjoined single sheet oblong folio, cut in two parts and hinged, with verso: 'A man cannot lose his money, but he shall be mockt too, / . . .' Pepys 1.466-467r Rollins (1) II:185-190; STC 25333.5 for F. Grove [c.1630]. Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above columns 1 and 2: A bearded man faces to the right of the woodcut, a cane in his right hand, and with his left hand holding a musket (or crossbow?) resting on his shoulder. He wears a buttoned doublet or jerkin, short breeches, hose, ribbon garters, low shoes, a cap, and a tasseled baldric. He wears a scabbarded sword on his left hip.: 117 x 79 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 2: An aristocratic man with his left hand on his hip faces the left of the cut and holds a spear in his right hand. He wears a doublet or jerkin, short full breeches, tall boots, spurs, a stiff collar, a baldric, and a plumed hat with a brim. : 90 x 31 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 3 : A bearded man with long hair walks to his left and holds a stick in his right hand. He wears slops, hose, a hat with a large plume and a brim, and a doublet or jerkin with long sleeves that hang down. He wears tall boots, one of which is turned down, and spurs.: 107 x 67 Woodblock 4: second 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 4: A bearded man stands facing to his right. Around his neck he wears a box held at waist height. He holds small objects shaped like scrolls or cigars in either hand. He wears a simple cap and simple jerkin and slops.: 106 x 57 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 466 A Whetstone for Lyers./ A Song of strange wonders, beleeue them, if you wil,/ As true as some Stories that Trauellers tell. A Whetstone for Lyers. A Song of strange wonders, beleeve them, if you wil, As true as some Stories that Travellers tell. A Whetstone for Liars. A Song of Strange Wonders, Believe Them, If You Will, As True As Some Stories That Travellers Tell. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, hinged, 267 x 143 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, hinged, 266 x 140 verso shows through cropped top and left edges, uneven inking, verso shows through cast fleurons cast fleurons 1630 Printed for Francis Groue, dwelling on Snow-hill. Francis Grove Weinstein: STC

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 4/18/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Humour, Frollicks &c country/nation maritime travel vice Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 4/18/2008 Checker Cat Zusky Checked transcription, updated metadata, created XML 7/14/2006 Transcriber Eric Nebeker Original transcription 7/28/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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F Rom Barwicke to Dover , Ten thousand times over, I truely have traveld ten times in a day: From the top of Pauls Steeple, In the sight of all people, To throw my selfe headlong I hold but a toy. From the top of Westminster , To the middest of Cheape , I skipt or'e the houses at one standing Leape: Fpom thence unto Greenewitch , In the sight of many, I bounst o're the Barges, yet never toucht any. From off Richmond Castle, Nine miles into Scotland, Ile run in a morning at one breathing course: Ile march in a minute From Norway to Gothland , And ne'r be beholding to th' helpe of a Horse:
Ile dine at Duke Humphreyes To day at high noone, And the next night at supper Ile meete you at Roome : Ile travel the World, To what place you can name, And never crosse River till I come at the same. Ile walke upon Thames, As well as on dry Land, Without being carry'd in Barge, Ship, or Boat: Ile goe at a high Tide 'Twixt London and Gravesend , As swift as a Wherry I finely can flote: And then without danger Ile passe Yarmouth sand, And bravely and safely at Plimouth Ile Land: Ile goe on a Message Unto the great Turke, Ith' morne; and at night Ile be heere hard at worke.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part. To the same tune.</hi> </seg>
A LL naked in Winter, Ile swim hence to Green-land , To Russia , Polony ; to Denmarke or Freeze , And oft in a humour To Holland that fine Land, I run, and come backe, yet no man me sees. I have on a sudden Swom over to Spaine , At midnight, and heere in the morning againe. All this have I done, As for truth may appeare, And more then all this, as you after shall heare. I likewise have studied The learned vocation, To see how the Starres and the Planets doe move: I know in a minute What's done in all Nations, And for seven yeeres after, what even still shall prove. If French, Turke or Spaniard Against us conspire, Ile burne their whole Armies with balls of wild-fire: The shot of a Cannon I hold but a toy: I kill'd thirty thousand when I was but a Boy.
The victuals that would Gargantua sustaine The space of a yeere, I doe hold but a bit: For bring me ten thousands Of Waynes strongly laden, And I in a day will devoure every whit. Of Hogsheads the biggest That's in any house, Ile drinke off twice twenty at a mornings carowse; And blow thorow my nostrils Such a blusterous gale, 'Twill make thirty thousand tall Ships for to sayle. Although I have travel'd Through sword and through fire, And past such adventures as never did none, Of all sorts of people, I hate a base Lyer, That talkes of adventures, yet never saw none: If you meete with a Fellow That will prate, brag and lye, Tell him of my Travels, hee'l cease by and by. Thus, wishing true Souldiers True Honours increase, A Fig for base Lyers, and so I will cease.
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Printed for Francis Grove , dwelling on Snow-hill.