Trust me, your Spaniard is too wise a man to send you the very soul of the grape.

Why, this now, which you account so choice, were counted but as a cup of bastard at the Groyne, or at Port St.Mary's.

You should travel, mine host, if you would be deep in the mysteries of the butt and pottle-pot." "In troth, Signior Guest," said Giles Gosling, "if I were to travel only that I might be discontented with that which I can get at home, methinks I should go but on a fool's errand.

Besides, I warrant you, there is many a fool can turn his nose up at good drink without ever having been out of the smoke of Old England; and so ever gramercy mine own fireside." "This is but a mean mind of yours, mine host," said the stranger; "I warrant me, all your town's folk do not think so basely.

You have gallants among you, I dare undertake, that have made the Virginia voyage, or taken a turn in the Low Countries at least.