As the chariot passed before a vintner's shop, a large company, apparently half-drunk, sallied forth into the street, and one of them thus addressed the king: "Gomer Chephoraod, live for ever! It appears to thy servants that of all the productions of the earth good wine is the best, and bad wine is the worst.

Good wine makes the heart cheerful, the eyes bright, the speech ready.

Bad wine confuses the head, disorders the stomach, makes us quarrelsome at night, and sick the next morning.

Now therefore let my lord the king take order that thy servants may drink good wine.
"And how is this to be done ?" said the good-natured prince.
"O King," said his monitor, "this is most easy.

Let the king make a decree, and seal it with his royal signet: and let it be proclaimed that the king will give ten she-asses, and ten slaves, and ten changes of raiment, every year, unto the man who shall make ten measures of the best wine.