Sir Hudibras to the Vintners: a satyr on their adulterated dear wines. Sacheverell, George. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B29835 of text R232090 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 7KB 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 B29835 Wing S3878D Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.6.[8] ESTC R232090 ocm99888808

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 eng Wine and wine making -- England -- Early works to 1800. Wine -- Commerce -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Sir Hudibras to the Vintners: : a satyr on their adulterated dear wines. Sacheverell, George. 1663 1 828 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. 2014-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-09 Sampled and proofread 2014-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Sir HUDIBRAS TO THE VINTNERS : A SATYR on their Adulterated Dear WINES . — Scelus est jugulare Falernum , Et dare Campano Toxica saeva Mero . Martial . FOr sharpest Vinegar and bitterest Gall , The abused and incensed Muses Call ; For Wines have lost their vertue and their force , The Wits must seek some purer limpid source ; Bacchus hath Deity and Altars lost , Nor will his Worship quit the high-priz'd Cost ; The adult'rous mixture with the noble Grape , Like the base issue of a Mongril Rape Doth quite degenerate from the genuine rase , And the high blood in that rich juice debase . No more shall Poets their Parnassian Fount , And chrystal Springs that bless that sacred Mount Divinest Nectar and Ambrosian Drink In high flown fancies humble to this Sink And Common-shore of Liquors , which we Sup With foul Ingredients in every Cup . Thus Sack which was the universal Cure , Nothing so Sov'rain , so safe , and sure ; Is now become the Epidemick Ill , The Common ruine , which all sorts doth kill . Pandora's Box was with lesse mischief fraught , Then we have in a Vintner's Bottle brought ; In which there doth such lime and sulphur dwell , That it 's a Wonder how this Mortar Shell Breaks not to pieces , nor with noyse and wounds , Instead of Burning Feavers men confounds . And sure the Glasse , that 's to this use design'd Is with more Art and Roguery calcin'd ; Nor is with Sense Antipathetick blest , As rather then endure the poysonous test , To burst in sunder , giving us to see The one's Malignance , that 's Philanthrope . And a new sort of Pestilence now raigns , And principally doth infect the Brains . Hence come the quarrells and the private Jars , In imitation of the Belgick Wars Wherein the Soldier to the Battel runs Fir'd 'd by that Powder , which do's load the Guns . So our late frequent Duels do imply , That in our Sack Contagion doth lye ; Which like infected Aire ill vapours takes , And them a Compound of destruction makes , To so great danger , that there needs be put Have mercy Lord o' th' Bung of every But . Nor have we fared better since our Wines , Were rated to maintain rebellious Times : That what our Luxury could not advance , Disloyalty and Treason might enhance ; When Parallel to the Cheats upon the State , The Vintners first 'gan to Sophisticate ; And noyse of Cannon like to Thunder cracks , That sower the Ale , did sweeten all our Sacks ; This was th' effect of the Dutch Devil Excise , That rais'd the Wines from their first modest price , And made the Vintners study and contrive A means to pay this Gabel , and yet thrive ; And therefore whence the mischief first was brought , Thence Remedy worse then Disease was sought : Stums and Molossus , and like brewing trash , And all their deadly Arts of Balderdash Were practized , and yet our wanton purse Must dearer pay for what growes worse and worse ; Wretchedly mad , like Hatchet after Helve , From 6 w' have been strappado'd up to Twelve . Nor will this serve ; but if a neater peece , Such as adored by old Rome and Greece , Whose secret power aw'd their impious Art , Be set for sacrificing draughts apart : Then to fill up the measure of their Sin , The Pot 's not fill'd up to the neck o' th' Brim ; Which Hocus Drawer with a nimble passe , Doth indiscovered turn into the Glasse ; So where in quality they don't offend , The less'ned quantum shall their losse amend . Here I could mention Bottles of a Quart , Which of a due half pint are often short : But not to urge that more Gentile deceit , Look to a monstrous and a popular cheat ; Pots girdled in the middle with a ring As a new Ornament , these Whipsters bring , Which having pass'd the Seal at top , who 'd think , Or would suspect false measure in the Drink ? But common lewdest Strumpets we see dare Avouch they honest 'bove the Girdle are . But who shall view their bottoms , and compare This is a new but common cheat as hath bin experimented in several Taverns and Companies . This Artifice with other Peuterers ware , Shall find them saw'd and soddered anew , And a big Glass ful wanting of the due . Their other private frauds I must omit , And leave them to a vexed fresher Wit . FINIS .

LONDON , Printed for R. L. 1663.