My lord laughed too,--somewhat loudly,--but ordered no more wine.

"I would I were at the Mermaid again," lamented the now drunken Secretary.

"There we did n't split a flagon in three parts....

The Tsar of Muscovy drinks me down a quartern of aqua vitae at a gulp,--I've seen him do it....I would I were the Bacchus on this cup, with the purple grapes adangle above me....

Wine and women--wine and women...