Well, Tendit ad sydera virtus [Ovid], there’s great virtue belongs
(I can tell you) to a cup of cider, and very good men have sold it,
and at sea it is aqua coelestis, but that’s neither here nor there; if
it had no other patron but this peer of quartpots to authorize it, it
were sufficient. This great lord, this worthy lord, this noble lord,
thought no scorn (Lord, have mercy upon us) to have his great
velvet breeches larded with the droppings of this dainty liquor;