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A divine herbal together with a forrest of thorns In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.A divine herball together with a forrest of thornes In five sermons. ... By Tho. Adams.
London: printed by George Purslowe for John Budge, 1616London: printed by George Purslowe for Iohn Budge, 1616
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The Rob-altar is a huge drinker. He loves, like Belshazzar, to drink only in the goblets of the Temple. Woe unto him, he carouses the wine he never sweat for, and keeps the poor Minister thirsty. The tenth sheaf is his diet: the tenth fleece (O 'tis a golden fleece he thinks) is his drink: but the wool shall choke him. Some drink down whole Churches and steeples; but the bells shall ring in their bellies.
The Rob-altar is a huge drinker. Hee loues, like Belshazzar, to drinke only in the goblets of the Temple. Wo vnto him, he carowses the wine he neuer swet for, and keeps the poore Minister thirsty. The tenth sheafe is his dyet: the tenth fleece (O 'tis a golden fleece he thinkes) is his drinke: but the wooll shall choke him. Some drinke downe whole Churches and steeples; but the bells shall ring in their bellies.
Every covetous worldling is a great drinker: he swallows aurum potabil• as his diet-drink. And like an absolute, dissolute drunkard, the more he drinks, the dryer he is; for he hath never enough. It may be said of him, as it was of Bonosus, whom the Emperor Aurelian set to drink with the German Ambassador; not a man, but a rundlet filled with wine.
Euery couetous worldling is a great drinker: he swallowes aurum potabil• as his dyet-drinke. And like an absolute, dissolute drunkard, the more he drinks, the dryer he is; for he hath neuer enough. It may be said of him, as it was of Bonosus, whom the Emperour Aurelian set to drinke with the German Embassador; not a man, but a rundlet fill'd with wine.
And my fine precise Artisan, that shuns a Tavern, as the Devil doth a Cross, is often as drunk as the rankest. His language doth not savour of the pot; he swears not, but indeed: but trust him, and indeed he will cozen you to your face. The love of money hath made him drunk. And though the Proverb be, In vino veritas; yet as drunk as he is, you shall never have truth break out of his lips.