An honest Country foole being gentle bred,

Was by an odde conceited humor led,

To travell and some English fashions see,

With such strange sights as heere at London be.

Stuffing his purse with a good golden some,

This wandring knight did to the Cittie come,

And there a servingman he entertaines,

An honester in Newgate not remaines.

He shew’d his Maister sights to him most strange,

Great tall Pauls Steeple and the royall-Exchange:

The Bosse at Billings-gate and London-stone

And at White-Hall the monstrous great Whales bone,

Brought him to the banck-side where Beares do dwell

And unto Shor-ditch where the whores keepe hell,

Shew’d him the Lyons, Gyants in Guild-Hall,

King Lud at Lud-gate, the Babounes and all,

At length his man, on all he had did pray,

Shew’d him a theevish trick and ran away,

The Traveller turnd home exceeding civill,

And swore in London he had seene the Devill.