HULL
ALE
.
By
the
Same
.
LONG
time
did
a
silly
old
proverb
prevail
,
That
meat
,
drink
,
and
cloth
were
all
found
in
good
ale
;
'Till
a
lover
of
truth
went
on
purpose
to
Hull
,
And
to
try
the
experiment
drank
his
skin
full
.
He
began
to
see
visions
,
his
head
it
turn'd
round
,
'Till
off
from
his
keffal
he
fell
on
the
ground
:
There
in
trances
profound
our
philosopher
mellow
Lay
all
night
in
the
snow
consulting
his
pillow
.
Oracular
vapours
give
prophecy
birth
,
As
Plutarch
reports
,
springing
out
of
the
earth
.
Whether
this
was
the
cause
,
or
however
inspir'd
,
Our
sage
gave
a
sentence
will
be
ever
admir'd
.
'Twas
this
—
I
pronounce
that
good
ale
is
good
meat
,
For
I
find
,
I
have
no
inclination
to
eat
:
That
good
ale
is
good
cloth
,
you
may
honestly
boast
,
For
i'
faith
!
I'm
as
blithe
and
as
warm
as
a
toast
:
But
to
call
it
good
drink
—
is
a
lye
,
I'll
be
sworn
,
For
I
ne'er
was
so
dry
since
the
hour
I
was
born
.
The
cloth
,
cries
a
punster
who
chanc'd
to
come
by
,
Must
be
a
good
drap
,
if
it
kept
you
so
dry
.