A trail that leads nowhere but is not without interest. From The Man of Mode or, Sir Fopling Flutter (1.1.270ish) by George Etherege. DORIMANT …. [to the SHOEMAKER:] How now, you drunken sot?SHOEMAKER: ’Zbud, you have no reason to talk; I have not had a bottle of sack of yours in my belly this fortnight.MEDLEY: The … Continue reading The old proverb – ale and history
