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A13442	Drinke and vvelcome: or The famous historie of the most part of drinks, in use now in the kingdomes of Great Brittaine and Ireland with an especiall declaration of the potency, vertue, and operation of our English ale. With a description of all sorts of waters, from the ocean sea, to the teares of a woman. As also, the causes of all sorts of weather, faire or foule ... Compiled first in the high Dutch tongue, by the painefull and industrious Huldricke Van Speagle, a grammaticall brewer of Lubeck, and now most learnedly enlarged, amplified, and translated into English prose and verse. By Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1637 (1637)	STC 23749; ESTC S118210	16,554	28

short-winded or that his voice or speech failes him let him drinke Sack as it may be taken it shall make him capable to vent words and speake beyond measure Doth any man for the clearing of his stomacke desire a vomit let him take a quantity of Sack and by the operation of the same it shall be effected So that we may justly say that Sack is a second nature to man and that the Physicians well knew when they confinde it to the Apothecaies shops which was not till neere the end of King Henry the eights Raigne about the yeare 1543 and in King Edward the sixts first and second yeare 1548. till which time none but the Apothecaries had the honour to fell Sack and that was onely for medicine and for sicke folkes but though now it be more dispersed into Great mens houses and Vintners cellars yet it hath obtained no absolute freedome to this day for in the mansions or dwellings of many that keepe the fairest houses the Mannagement and tuition of Sack is to some lewd ill natur'd or nurtur'd yeoman of the Winecellar whereby it is too often adulterated and also brought to such an astringencie brought to such points of mortification that it is impossible it should ever be worthy to gaine the approbation of a Wine-vinegar man and it were heartily to be wish'd that this enormious abuse were punished by the vertue of a Dog-whip A word or two for example and I shall conclude Lucius Piso that great Generall that conquered Thrace was wonderfully given to the drinking of Sack insomuch that he was oftentimes carried from the Senate house and it was so farre from being an impeachment to his honour that neverthelesse Augustus Caesar committed to him the charge care and trust of the most secret affaires of State and never had any cause to be discontented with him the like we read of Tiberius and Cassus and as faithfully was the plot and purpose to kill Caesar in the Senate committed unto Cimber who dranke nothing but Sack as unto Cassius who dranke nothing but Water and certaine I am that the Persians after their drinking of Sack were wont to consult of their chiefest and most serious state-businesses and Cyrus that so farre and famous a renowned King among his other high praises and commendations meaning to preferre himselfe before his brother Artaxerxes and get the start of him alleageth the cause of his being victorious over him to bee chiefly because he could drinke more Sack than he I commend not intemperance in all these allegations the Reader may please to Remember my former test for moderation and Sack being so taken will be to the moderate taker a comfort against cares and crosses and so with Iuvenals words in his foureteenth satire I shut up all Thou shalt be from disease and weaknesse free From mone from care long time of life to thee Shall by more friendly fate afforded by Drinke Sack therefore if you 'l be rul'd by me Here followeth a laborious and effectuall discourse in praise of the Element of all Waters fresh and salt with their opperation with a touch of the causes of all sorts of weather faire and foule I That of Earth was made yet no earth have No not so much as may afford a grave For when that death my lives thred shall untwine I have no buriall in a ground that 's mine Of all the Elements the Earth is worst Because for Adams sinne it was accurst Therefore no parcell of it will I buy But on the VVater for reliefe relie When as mans crying crimes in volleyes flew To Heaven and Heavens high vengeance downeward drew Then Water all the World did overrunne And plagu'd th' abuses that on Earth were done From showres of Water rain'd from Skies to Earth Spring Sommer Harvest Winter have their birth For VVater is the Milke of Heaven whereby All things are nurs'd increase and multiply The old●st and most grave Astronomers The learned'st and most sage Philosophers Doe hold that in the highest Altitude A spheare of Water is in Amplitude Envelloping all other Orbs and Spheres With all the Planets swift and slow careares Even as the Sea the Earth doth compasse round The Water so the Firmament doth bound Should I of Water write but what it is I should be drowned in my Theames Abysse And therefore I 'le but dabble wade and wash And here and there both give and take a dash In blest Records it truely is approv'd That Gods blest Spirit upon the Waters mov'd Then All things were involved in the Waters All earthly Airie and all firie matters Vntill th' Almighty whose workes all are wonders With saying Let there be the Chaos sunders Of a confus'd lump voyd of forme and fashion He spake and gave the world its faire creation And as at first the Waters compast all The Chaos or worlds universall Ball. So still of all the workes of God most glorious The water was is and will be victorious It doth surmount the Ayre the fire it quenches With Inundations it the Earth bedrenches The Fire may burne a house perhaps a Towne But water can a Province spoyle and drowne And Ayre may be corrupted and from thence A Kingdome may be plagu'd with pestilence Where many die old young some great some small But water flouds plaies sweep-stake with them all Earth may be barren and not yeeld her store Yet may she feed the rich and starve the poore But Earth in triumph over all ner'e rid As in the Diluge once the Waters did Warre may make noyse with Gunnes and ratling Drums But Water where it comes it overcomes Thus Earth nor Ayre nor Fire nor rumbling Warre Nor plague or pestilence nor famine are Of powre to winne where Water but commands As witnesse may the watry Northerlands Concerning Merchandise and transportation Commerce and traffique and negotiation To Make each Countrie have by Navigation The Goods and Riches of each others Nation Commodities in free community Embassages for warre or unity These blessings by the Sea or some fresh River Are given to us by the All-giving Giver And in the vasty and unmeasur'd roome Of Neptunes Regiment or Thetis wombe Are almost shapes and formes of all the things Which in the Earth or Ayre or dies or springs Ther'e Fishes like to Sunne or Moone and Starres Fowles of the Ayre and weapons for the Warres Beasts of the Field and Plants and Flowers there And Fishes made like Men and Women are All instruments for any Art or Trade In living formes of Fishes there are made This is approv'd if any man will seeke In the first day of Bart●● his first weeke Heaven hath ordain'd the warry Element To be a Seale and sacred Sacrament Which doth in Baptisme us regenerate And man againe with God doth renovate And as it in the Laver mysticall Doth cleanse us from our sinne originall So for our corp'rall uses 't is most meete To wash our cloathes and keepe us cleane and sweet Wer 't

not for Water thus we plainelie see No beast on Earth more beastly were than wee Our selves with nastinesse our selves should smother Or with our owne sterich poyson one another It keepes our vessels cleane to dresse our meate It serves to cleanse and boile the meate we eate It makes our houses hansome neate and cleane Or else the mayd is but a sluttish queane Thus Water boyles parboyles and mundifies Cleares cleanses clarifies and purifies But as it purges us from filth and stincke We must remember that it makes us drinke Metheglin Braggot Beere and headstrong Ale That can put colour in a visage pale By which meanes many Brewers are growne Rich And in estates may soare a lofty Pitch Men of Good Ranke and place and much command Who have by sodden Water purchast land Yet sure I thinke their gaine had not been such Had not good fellowes vs'de to drinke too much But wisely they made hay whilst Sunne did shine For now our Land is overflowne with wine With such a Deluge or an Inundation As hath besotted and halfe drown'd our Nation Some that are scarce worth 40 pence a yeere Will hardly make a meale with Ale or Beere And will discourse that wine doth make good blood Concocts his meat and make digestion good And after to drinke Beere nor will nor can He lay a Churle upon a Gentleman Thus Bacchus is ador'd and deifide And We Hispanializ'd and Frenchifide Whilst Noble Native Ale and Beeres hard fate Are like old Almanacks Quite out of Date Thus men consume their credits and their wealths And swallow sicknesses in drinking healths Untill the fury of the spritefull Grape Mounts to the braine and makes a man an Ape A Sheepe Goate Lion or a Beastly swine He snores besoyl'd with vomit and much Wine At Good mens Boords where of● I eate good cheere I finde the Brewer honest in his Beere He sels it for small Beere and he should cheate In stead of small to cosen folks with Greate But one shall seldome find them with that fault Except it should invisibly raine Mault O Tapsters Tapsters all lament and cry Or desp'rately drinke all the Tavernes dry For till such time as all the Wine is gone Your are bewitch'd and guests you shall have none Then to the Tavernes hye you every man In one day drinke foure Gallons if you can And with that tricke within a day or twaine I thinke there will but little Wine remaine Your hopes to hoppes returne againe will be And you once more the golden age will see But hold I feare my Muse is mad or drunke Or else my wits are in the wetting shrunk To Beere and Ale my love hath some relation Which made me wander thus beyond my station Good Reader be my Priest I make confession I pray thee pardon me my long digression From Beere and Wine to water now a while I meane to metamorphose backe my stile Wer 't not for Water sure the Dyers would die Because they wanted where withall to dye Cost would be lost and labour be in vaine 'T is Water that must helpe to die in Graine They could then feare no colours it is cleare Want water and there will be none to feare The Fishmongers a worthy Company If VVater did not still their Trade supply They would be Tradefalne and quite downe be trod Nor worth the head or braine-pan of a Cod. Then Lent and Ember-weekes would soone be shotten All fasting daies would quickly be forgotten Carthusian Friers in superstitious Cloysters VVould want their st●irring Cockles Crabs and Oysters And Catholicks turne Puritanes straight way And never more keepe Lent or fasting day But leaving Neptune and his Trumping Triton Of other VVaters now I meane to write on Exhal'd by Phoebus from the Ocean maine Of Clowdes of misty Fogs all sorts of Raine Of Dew of Frosts of Haile of Ice of Snow VVhich falls and turnes to water here below Of Snow and Raine as they together meet VVell mingled in the Ayre are called Sleet Of Springs of petty Rils of Chrystall Founts Of Streamelets here my merry Muse recounts Of Foordes of Brookes of Rivers Lakes and Bournes Of Creekes of Ebbes and flouds and their returnes Of Gulphs ponds Whirlpooles Puddles Ditches Pooles Of Moates of Bathes some hot and some that cooles Of Waters bitter sweet fresh salt hot cold Of all their operations manifold These if I can I 'le mention with my Pen And last of Urin and strong Watermen A Cloud 's a Vapour which is cold and moyst Which from the Earth or Sea the Sunne doth hoyst Into the middle Region of the Ayre And is by extreame cold congealed there Untill at last it breake and fals againe To Earth or Sea in snow sleet Haile or Raine Mists are such clouds which neere the earth doe lye Because the sun wants strength to draw them high When radiant Sol displaies his piercing Beames Into a cloud it Thawes and Raines in streames And as the cloud is distant neere or farre So great or small the showrie droppes still are Some men 'gainst Raine doe carry in their backs Prognosticating Aking Almanacks Some by a painefull elbow hip or knee Will shrewdly guesse what wether 's like to be Some by their cornes are wondrous Weather-wise And some by biting of Lice Fleas or Flies The Gowt Sciatica The Gallian Morbus Doth oft foretell if Tempests shall disturbe us For though these things converse not with the start Yet to Mans Griefe they are Astronomers In Spring time and in Autumne Phoebus Ray From land and sea drawes vapours in the day Which to th' Ayres lowest Region he exhales And in the night to pearly dew is fals Here oft fall Meldewes sweet as Hony And Dew oft turnes Manna in Polonia land Twixt Dew and Hoare-frost all the ods I hold One comes from heate the other from the cold Hayle is an Ice which oft in flawes and stormes In spring and Harvest fals in sundry formes For in the Autumne Winter or by night Scarce any Hayle within our land doth light And last comes Snow the cold of Winters Weathers Which fals and fils the Ayre with seeming feathers These from the land and from the Ocean Maine The Sun drawes up and then le ts fall againe Thus water universally doth fly From Earth and skie to Sea from them to Sky For 'twixt the Firmament the land and Ocean The Water travels with perpetuall Motion Now from the Airy Regions I descend And to a lower course my study beside He that of these things would know more may please To looke them in some Ephimerides Springs in the Earth I doe Assimulate To veines of Man which doe evacuate And drop by drop through Cavernes they distill Till many meetings make a petty Rill Which Rill with others doe make Rivolets And Rivolets Brookes Bournes and foords begets And thus combined they their store deliver Into a deeper trench and make a River Then Rivers joyne

as Isis doth with Tame And Trent with Owse and Humber doth the same Those altogether doe their Tributes pay Unto their soveraigne Ocean night and day These make Dame Tellus wombe to fructisie As blood in veines of men doe life supply Lakes in low vallied Grounds have Generation Or from some severall Rivers Inundation Some Lakes seeme Oceans amongst which are these The Dead-lake Hircan and the Caspian seas A Whirpooles like unto state policy Not to be sounded but with jeopardy Hot Bathes doe spring from Brimstone veines whose heat For many cures have opperation great Some minerall earth is bitter and doth make The water issuing thence that taste to take In Scicily they say there is a VVell VVhose water doth for Vinegar serve well A VVell neere Bileu in Bohemia lies VVhich like burnt VVine the Countrey there supplies And divers springs in Germany there be VVhose taste with Vinegar or VVine agree For there the Brimstone mines and Minerals VVith Fumes infuting vapours up exhales And with the waters doe incorporate Hot cold sweet sowre as they ennaccuate Some Rivers are of such strange working might VVhich dranke by sheepe doth change them black from white Some that with bathing cure blind dease and lame And makes mens haire red that doe drinke the same Some are at noone key-cold at midnight hot Some makes a man mad some a drunken sot Some are in summer cold in winter warme And some are banefull full of poysn'ous harme Some do with lost make mens affections burne And some through coldnesse wood to stones will turne Some will quench burning torches straite and then Dip'd in the water they are light agen I read that in Silicia one may finde A well which if Thieves drinke of are strucke blinde My selfe and many thousands more than I Would rather then to drinke thereof be drie If Brittaines waters all were such I thinke That few of us would dare thereof to drinke I could write more of strange wells opp'tatious And waters of our owne and other Nations But Doctour Fulk of late hath writ a booke Of Met'ors and who lists therein to looke May read and reading may be well suffic'd So learnedly he hath Epitomiz'd There are two Springs which women when they mump Or lumpish lowring from their eyes can pumpe And in those pearly streames the foole and witty Hath oftentimes beene duck'd or sous'd with pity Kinde hearted men are drown'd in sorrow deepe When they doe see a handsome woman weepe But Aprill like soone dry and quickly wet As anger love or hate doe rise or set But as for those that truely spring from griefe I wish them consolation and Reliefe Now to ecclips the vigour of the Vine We have strong waters stronger much than Wine One with a quart of water drunke may be When of the best wine he may hold out three The sellers of these waters seldome row And yet they are strong-water-men I know Some water-men there are of sight so quicke They 'l tell by water if a man be sicke And through the urinall will speedily Finde out the cause the griefe and remedy These men deserve much honour love and thankes But hang base pispot cheating Mountebankes 'T were fit the Ratcatchers with them should be Combin'd in one and at one Hall made free I could speake why the sea doth ebbe and flow And why 't is salt but Doctour Fulke doth show Compendiously as I have said before And therefore her I 'le touch these poynts no more Month changing Luna hath the government O're all the various watry element And as the Moone is mutable even so The waters still are turning to and fro 'T is smooth 't is rough deepe shallow swift and slow Whose motion doth perpetuall ebbe and flow Most weake most strong most gentle most untam'd Of all the creatures that were ever nam'd It is so weake that children may it spill And strong enough millions of men to kill As smooth as Glasse as Rugged as a Beare Weake and yet greatest burthens still doth beare And as the waters from the Moone doth carry Her inclination and like her do vary So I a Water-man in various fashions Have wroate a hotchpotch here of strange mutations Of ancient liquors made by Liber Pater Of drinkes of Wines of sundry sorts of Water My Muse doth like a Monkey friske and frigge Or like a Squirrell skip from twigge to twigge Now sipping Sider straightway supping Perry Metheglin sweet and Mead that makes her merry VVith Braggot that can teach a Cat to speake And poore Pomperkin impotent and weake And lastly as the chiefe of all the rest She tipples Huff-cap Ale to crowne the feast Yet now and then in Beere and Balderdash Her lips she dips and cleane her entrailes wash And ending she declares Sack 's mighty power VVhich doth time coyne wit health and all devoure Not by the mod'rate use but by th' abuse Which daily is in universall use For Rhenish Claret White and other Wines They need not the expression of my lines Their vertue 's good if not commix'd impure And as they 'r us'd they may both kill or cure Through drinks through wines and waters I have run And being dry and sober I have DONE Of Clouds Of Mists Of Raine Dew Hoare frosts Hayle Snow Springs Rivers Lakes