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site to which is Saint John's-Lane, but that de- 

 scends in a direct line, either from the Castle, 

 or Boston-Bridg ; so that the ornament, gaity 

 and beauty, is the Long-Row. Beauty did I 

 say ? all the town is a beauty, if you consider 

 her stately buildings. Now as you pass through 

 the Long-Row, it directs to Bargate. On the 

 left hand of whose ruinous antiquities, and upon 

 a rising elevation of ground, the standard royal 

 was advanced by Charles the First, near to the 

 reliques and remains of that sumptuous castle, 

 not far from the obscurements of Mortimer's- 

 Hole. I must confess there needs no great noise 

 to trumpet the fame of this nonsuch Notting- 

 ham, whose plenty, if I mistake not, fills every 

 neighbouring county ; and whose generous 

 breasts recruit not only travellers and foreign- 

 ers, but send supplies to all the villages that 

 border about her ; whose granaries commode 

 the British continent ; and whose liberality ex- 

 tended to adjacent parts, interprets Nottingham 

 to be no town, but rather the inland mart and 

 store-house of Great Britain. 



Theoph. But how will the reader descant up- 

 on all these eminent encomiums ? 



Am. It matters not a rush how any man re- 

 sents it, since Nottingham of it self so well de- 

 serves it. For if with freedom I may declare 

 my own opinion, I must confess my fancy too 



