When they meet fortunes, are fupports to thrones ;
But join'd to poverty, are the fhakers of it:
And wafting crowns fink with fuch deep confumptions.
Sir Robert Howard's Great Favourite.
A fool indeed, has great need of a title.
It teaches men to call him count and duke,
And to forget his proper name of fool.
Crown's Ambitious Statesman. 1. Have you no titles and diftinctions there? 2. Only what merit makes, we mind not blood, Nor a vain title floating on that ftream; Only great actions there beget great founds. Your high fprung blood in Sparta will be loft ; I mean all your precedency of birth:
You must give place to aged matrons there,
Whofe greatest riches are their filver hair.
Oh! we with fpecious names ourfelves deceive,
And folid joys for empty titles leave.
Crown's Second Part of the Deftruction of Jerufalem.
TRAVE
1. Have you been a traveller?
2. My lord, I have added to my knowledge the Lowo Countrys,
France, Spain, Germany and Italy;
And tho' fmall gain of profit I did find,
Yet it did please my eye, content my mind.
1. What do you think of the feveral States,
And princes courts as you have travell'd?
2. My lord, no court with England may compare,
Neither for ftate, nor civil government :
Luft dwells in France, in Italy, and Spain,
From the poor peafant, to the prince's train;
In Germany, and Holland, riot ferves;
And he that moft can drink, moft he deferves:
England I praife not, for I here was born,
But that the laughs the others unto scorn.
A traveller! by my faith, you have great
Great reason to be fad: I fear you have
Sold your own lands, to fee other mens ;
Then, to have feen much, and to have nothing,
Is to have rich eyes, and poor hands.
2. Yes, I have gain'd my experience. r. And your experience
Makes you fad: I had rather have a fool
To make me merry, than experience
To make me fad, and travel for it too.
Farewell, Monfieur traveller; look you lifp,
And wear ftrange fuites; difable all the benefits
Of your own country, be out of love with your
Nativity, and almoft chide God for
Making you that countenance you are ;
Or I'll fcarce think you have (wam in a gondola.
Shakespear's As you like it.
1. Some few particulars I have fet down,
Only for this meridian; fit to be known
Of your crude traveller.
Firft, for your garb, it must be grave and ferious,
Very referv'd and lockt; not tell a fecret
On any terms, not to your father; scarce
A fable, but with caution; make fure choice
Both of your company and difcourfe; beware
You never fpeak a truth-2. How! 1. Not to ftrangers?
For those be they you must converse with most :
Others I would not know fir, but at distance,
So as I ftill might be a faver in 'em :
You fhall have tricks elfe paft upon you hourly:
And then for your religion, profess none,
But wonder at the diverfity of them all ;
And for your part, proteft, were there no other
But fimply the laws o'th' land, you could content you.
Sir, to a wife man all the world's his foil:
It is not Italy, nor France, nor Europe,
That must bound me, if my fates call me forth.
Yet, I proteft, it is no falt defire
Of feeing countries, fhifting a religion,
Nor any difaffection to the state
Where I was bred, and unto which I owe
My dearest plots, hath brought me out; much lefs
That idle, antick, ftale, grey-headed project
Of knowing mens minds and manners, with Ulyffes;
But a peculiar humour of my wive's,
Laid for this height of Venice, to observe,
To quote, to learn the language, and so forth-
I hope you travel fir, with licence?
That can live any where, make jefts of any thing,
And caft fo far from home, for nothing else,
But to learn how they may caft off their friends.
Chapman's Monfieur d'Olive.
This is that Colax, that from foreign lands,
Hath brought home that infection, that undoes
His country's goodness, and impoifons all;
His being abroad would mar us quite at home.
'Tis ftrange to fee, that by his going out,
He hath outgone that native honefty,
Which here the breeding of his country gave.
Daniel's Arcadia.
Some travel hence, t'enrich their minds with skill,
Leave here their good, and bring home others ill;
Which feem to like all countries but their own,
Affecting moft, where they the leaft are known,
Their leg, their thigh, their back, their neck, their head,
As they had been in fev'ral countries bred;
In their attire, their gefture, and their gait,
Found in each one, in all italionate ;
So well in all deformity in fashion,
Borrowing a limb of ev'ry fev'ral nation;
And nothing more than England hold in scorn,
as strangers where as they were born.
But thy return in this I do not read,
Thou art a perfect gentleman indeed.
Drayton's Lady Geraldine to the E. of Surrey.
He travels beft, that knows when to return.
We have thought good and meet by the confent
Of these our nobles, to move you toward travel,
The better to approve you to yourself,
And give you apter power, foundation :
To fee affections actually prefented
Ev'n by those men that own them, yield more profit,
Ay more content, than fingly to read of them,
Since love or fear, make writers partial :
The good and free example which you find
In other countries, match it with your own;
The ill to fhame the ill; which will in time,
Fully inftruct you how to fet in frame,
A kingdom all in pieces.
This is a traveller, fir; knows men and
Manners, and has plow'd up the sea so far
Till both the poles have knock'd; has feen the fun
Take coach, and can distinguish the colour
Of his horfes, and their kinds, and had a
Flanders Mare leap'd there.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Scornful Lady. Travell'd he should be, but through himself exactly; For 'tis fairer to know manners well, than countries. Beaumont and Fletcher's Wild Goofe Chace. You fhall find his travel has not stop'd him As you suppose, nor alter'd any freedom, But made him far more clear and excellent : It drains the groffnefs of the understanding, And renders active and industrious spirits: He that knows mens manners, muft of neceffity Best know his own, and mend those by example: Tis a dull thing to travel like a mill-horse,
Still in the place he was born in, round and blinded. Living
Living at home is like it: pure and strong spirits
That like the fire ftill covet to fly upward,
And to give fire as take it, cas'd up, and mew'd here,
I mean at home, like lufty mettled horfes,
Only ty'd up in ftables to please their mafters,
Beat out their fiery lives in their own litters.
Beaumont and Fletcher's Queen of Corinth.
1. How have thy travels
Disburthen'd thee abroad of difcontents?
2. Such cure as fick men find in changing beds,
I found in change of airs; the fancy flatter'd
My hopes with ease, as theirs do, but the grief
Is ftill the fame.
John Ford's Lover's Melancholy.
1. I'll freely fpeak as I have found :
In Spain you lofe experience; 'tis a climate
Too hot to nourish arts; the nation proud,
And in their pride unfociable; the court
More pliable to glorify it self
Than do a stranger grace: if you intend
To traffick like a merchant, 'twere a place
Might better much your trade; but as for me
I foon took furfeit of it.
1. France I more praise and love; you are, my lord,
Yourself for horfemanship much fam'd, and there
You fhall have many proofs to fhew your skill;
The French are paffing courtly, ripe of wit,
Kind, but extreme diffemblers. You fhall have
A Frenchman ducking lower than your knee,
At th' inftant mocking ev'n your very shoe-tyes:
To give the country due, it is on earth
A paradife; and if you can neglect
Your own appropriaments, but praifing that
In others, wherein you excel yourself,
You fhall be much belov'd there.
I'll tell you what I found there; men as neat,
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