And, not to gainsay my own counsel, I shall fill my cup again.

For, in good sooth, this is rare clary, Dick; and, talking of wine, you should taste some of the wonderful Rhenish found in the abbot's cellar by our ancestor, Richard Assheton--a century old if it be a day, and yet cordial and corroborative as ever.

Those monks were lusty tipplers, Dick.

I sometimes wish I had been an abbot myself.

I should have made a rare father confessor--especially to a pretty penitent.