The devil be damned! cried Friar John; do you call these same folks illiterate lobcocks and duncical doddipolls?
May I be broiled like a red herring if I do not think they are wise enough to skin a flint and draw oil out of a brick wall.

So they are, said Double-fee; for they sometimes put castles, parks, and forests into the press, and out of them all extract aurum potabile.

You mean portabile, I suppose, cried Epistemon, such as may be borne.

I mean as I said, replied Double-fee, potabile, such as may be drunk; for it makes them drink many a good bottle more than otherwise they should.
But I cannot better satisfy you as to the growth of the vine-tree sirup that is here squeezed out of grapes, than in desiring you to look yonder in that back-yard, where you will see above a thousand different growths that lie waiting to be squeezed every moment.

Here are some of the public and some of the private growth; some of the builders' fortifications, loans, gifts, and gratuities, escheats, forfeitures, fines, and recoveries, penal statutes, crown lands, and demesne, privy purse, post-offices, offerings, lordships of manors, and a world of other growths, for which we want names.
Pray, quoth Epistemon, tell me of what growth is that great one, with all those little grapelings about it.