A satyr against brandy. Haines, Joseph, d. 1701. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A43773 of text R213811 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H197A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A43773 Wing H197A ESTC R213811 99826084 99826084 30476 2240873385

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A43773) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 30476) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1760:14) A satyr against brandy. Haines, Joseph, d. 1701. 1 sheet (2 p.) printed for P.W., [London : 1689] By Jospeh Haines. Verse- "Farewel damn'd Stygian juyce, that dost bewitch,". Caption title. Imprint from colophon. Printed on verso: A song upon ale (Wing (2nd ed.) S4683A). Reproduction of the original in the Harvard University Library. eng Brandy -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A satyr against brandy. Haines, Joseph, 1689 1 552 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Satyr against Brandy . FArewel damn'd Stygian Juyce , that dost bewitch , From the Court Bawd , down to the Country Bitch ; Thou Liquid Flame , by whom each fiery Face Lives without Meat , and blushes without Grace , Sink to thy Native Hell to mend the Fire , Or if it please thee to ascend yet higher , To the dull Climate go , from whence you came , Where Wit and Courage do require your Flame ; Where they Carouse it in Vesuvian Bowls , To crust the Quagmire of their spungy Souls : Had Dives for thy schorching Liquor cry'd ; Abraham in Mercy had his suit deny'd ; Had Bonner known thy force , the Martyrs Blood Had hiss'd in thee , and sav'd the Nations Wood : Essence of Ember , scum of melting flint , With all the Native sparkles floating in 't ; Sure the Hack-Chymist with his Cloveh foot , All AEtna's simples in one Lymbeck put , And double still'd , nay quintescenc'd thy Juyce , To charcoal Mortals for his future use . Fire-ship of Nature , thou dost doubly wound , For they that graple thee , are burnt and drown'd : Gods past and future Anger breath in you A Deluge and a Conflagration too . View yonder Sott , I do not mean Sh— Grilled all o're , by thee , from head to foot , His greasie Eye-lids shoar'd above their pitch , His Face with Carbuncles , and Rubies rich , His Scull instead of Brains supply'd with Cinder , His Nose turns all his Handkerchiefs to Tinder ; His Stomach don't concoct , but bake his Food , His Liver even vitrefies his Blood ; His trembling hand scarce heaves his Liquor in , His Nerves all cracle under 's Parchment Skin ; His Guts from Natures drudgery are freed , And in his Bowels Salamanders breed . The moveing Glass-house lightens with his Eyes , Singes his Cloaths , and all his Marrow frys , Glows for a while , and then in Ashes dyes . Thus like a sham Promethius we find , Thou stol'st a Fire from Hell , to kill Mankind . But stay , least I the Saints dire Anger merit , By stinting their Auxilliary Spirit . I am inform'd , whate're we wicked think , Brandy's reform'd , and turn'd a godly Drink Thou 'st left thy old bad Company of Vermin , The swearing Porters , and the drunken Carmen ; And the new drivers of the Hackney Coaches , And now takst up with fage discreet debauches ; Thou freely dropst upon Gold Chains , and Furr , And Sots of Quality thy Minions are . No more shalt thou foment an Ale-house brawl , But the more sober Riots of Guild-Hall ; Where by the Spirits fallible Direction , We Reprobates once pol'd for an Election : If this trade hold , what shall we Mortals do , The Saints Sequester even our Vices too . For since the Art of Whoring's grown precise , And Perjury has got demurer Eyés , 'T is time , high time to circumcise the Gill , And not let Brandy be Philistian still .