by William Shakespeare
This same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me
nor a man cannot make him laugh.
But that’s no marvel,
he drinks no wine.
There’s never none of these demure boys come to any proof,
for thin drink doth so overcool their blood,
and making many fish-meals,
that they fall into a kind of malegreen-sickness,
and then, when they marry, they get wenches.
They are generally fools and cowards,
which some of us should be too,
but for inflammation.
A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it.
It ascends me into the brain,
dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it,
makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive,
full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes,
which, delivered o’er to the voice, the tongue,
which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
The second property of your excellent sherris
is the warming of the blood,
which, before cold and settled,
left the liver white and pale,
which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice.
But the sherris warms it
and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes.
It illumineth the face,
which as a beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man,
to arm, and then the vital commoners and inland petty spirits
muster me all to their captain, the heart,
who, great and puffed up with this retinue,
doth any deed of courage,
and this valour comes of sherris.
So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack,
for that sets it a-work,
and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil,
till sack commences it and sets it in act and use.
Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant,
for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father,
he hath, like lean, sterile, and bare land,
manured, husbanded, and tilled
with excellent endeavour of drinking good
and good store of fertile sherris,
that he is become very hot and valiant.
If I had a thousand sons,
the first humane principle I would teach them
should be to forswear thin potations
and to addict themselves to sack.