Wine, Beer, and Ale Together by the Ears (Wine, Beer, Ale, and Tobacco Contending for Superiority) · chunk 7 of 12
Anonymous · published 1630 · first performed or written 1625 [1624-1626(?)] (Annals) dialogue unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Now for my virtue in preserving and nourishing the body wherein you both so glory, you are not to compare with me, since thousands every day come to receive their healths from me. Kings and Princes from me, and like them I am served in plate. But thou art come down of late to a glass, Wine: and that's the reason I think, so many Vintners have broke: now observe my last Reason. Yes, pray where lies your gravity? Not in my Beard, I speak without mental reservation, I'll tell you, and you shall confess it: the Wise men of ancient time were called Sages, and to this day it signifies judgement, discretion, gravity; for by what other would you excite to good manners more aptly, than to show a young man to be sage, that is grave: and with what title can you better salute him that is grave, or more honour him, than to call him one of the Sages? Now this appellation neither of you can challenge, yet every man giveth me the attribute; for who knows not I am called Sage Ale? One may guess what brains he caries by the Sage now. And thus having given you sufficient reasons for your acknowledgement of my principality, let your knees witness your obedience to your King, and I will grace you both by making you Squires of my body, right honourable Ale-Squires. This is beyond suffering: was ever Wine so undervalved? Barbarous detractors, whose beginning came from a dunghill, I defy you Bacchus, look down, and see me vindicate thine honour, I scorn to procrastinate in this, and this minute you shall give account of your insolences: my spirit's high, I am enemy to both. Is Wine drawn? then have at you, I'll make good Ale. I stand for the honour of Beer, were you an army. Hold, hold, hold. How now? what comes water running hither for? Let my fear ebb a little. What tide brought you hither, Water? The pure stream of my affection: oh how I am troubled! I am not yet recovered. So methinks you look very thin upon't Water: but why do we not fight? Do not talk of fighting, is it not time that Water should come to quench the fire of such contention? I tell you, the care of your preservation made me break my banks to come to you, that you might see the overflowing love I bear you: your quarrel hath echoed unto me; I know your ambition for superiority: you are all my kinsmen, near allied to Water, and though I say it, sometimes not a little beholding to Water, even for your very makings. Will you refer yourselves to me, and wade no further in these discontentments? I will undertake your reconcilement and qualification. To thee, Water? wilt thou take upon thee to correct our irregularity? Thou often goest beyond thy bounds thyself. But if they consent, I shall. I am content. And I.
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Now for my vertue in preseruing and nourishing the body wherein you both so glory, you are not to compare with mee, since thousands euery day come to receiue their healths from me. Kings and Princes from me, and like them I am serued in plate. But thou art come downe of late to a glasse, Wine: and that's the reason I thinke, so many Vintners haue broake: now obserue my last Reason. Yes, pray where lies your grauitie? Not in my Beard, I speake without mentall reseruation, Ile tell you, and you shall confesse it: the Wise men of ancient time were called Sages, and to this day it signifies iudgment, discretion, grauitie; for by what other would you excite to good manners more aptly, then to shew a young man to bee sage, that is graue: and with what title can you better salute him that is graue, or more honour him, then to call him one of the Sages? Now this appellation neither of you can challenge, yet euery man giueth mee the attribute; for who knowes not I am called Sage Ale? One may guesse what braines he caries by the Sage now. And thus hauing giuen you sufficient reasons for your acknowledgment of my principalitie, let your knees witnesse your obedience to your King, and I will grace you both by making you Squires of my body, right honorable Ale-Squires. This is beyond suffering: was euer Wine so vndervalued? Barbarous detractors, whose beginning came from a dunghill, I defie you Bacchus, looke downe, and see me vindicate thine honour, I scorne to procrastinate in this, and this minute you shall giue account of your insolencies: my spirit's high, I am enemy to both. Is Wine drawn? then haue at you, Ile make good Ale. I stand for the honour of Beere, were you an army. Hold, hold, hold. How now? what comes water running hither for? Let my feare ebbe a little. What tide brought you hither, Water? The pure streame of my affection: oh how I am troubled! I am not yet recouered. So me thinks you looke very thin vpon't Water: but why doe we not fight? Doe not talke of fighting, is it not time that Water should come to quench the fire of such contention? I tell you, the care of your preseruation made me breake my banks to come to you, that you might see the ouerflowing loue I beare you: your quarrell hath ecchoed vnto me; I know your ambition for superioritie: you are all my kinsmen, neere allyed to Water, and though I say it, sometimes not a little beholding to Water, euen for your very makings. Will you referre your selues to mee, and wade no further in these discontentments? I will vndertake your reconcilement and qualification. To thee, Water? wilt thou take vpon thee to correct our irregularitie? Thou often goest beyond thy bounds thy selfe. But if they consent, I shall. I am content. And I.