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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36054	Directions for brewing malt liquors shewing, what care is to be taken in the choice of water, malt, and hops : and in what proportions they are to be mixed, and how boyled and fermented, for making the best March, or October beer, strong ale, &c. : in a method never before published useful for all such as are curious in malt liquors / by a Country gentleman ; with a satyr upon brandy by another hand.	Whitaker, Edward.	1700 (1700)	Wing D1531; ESTC R7839	10,069	32

may be only Cold Water Now that I have given the best Directions for Brewing that readily occur to my Memory I come to shew the Reasons why Common Brewers very seldom or never make good Drink This I know is generally attributed to their Underboyling their strong Worts which to prevent some Brewers to their Detriment and no manner of Advantage to their Drink have Boyled them three hours which is thrice as long as needed and all to no purpose In most if not all of the Northern Counties there are few or no Common Brewers The Inn-keepers and Publick Ale Houses Brewing what they Retail in their own Houses And Private Families for themselves And in all these Counties 't is as rare to find any ill Malt Liquors as it is to find good in London or the adjacent Counties This may serve to shew the Mistake of those who ground their Computation of the Number and Proportion of Inhabitants between some Southern and Northern Cities and Towns on the Kings Revenew of Excise arising out of them For that in the Eastern and Southern Counties abounding in Common Brewers almost all the Inhabitants of Cities and great Towns there and the meaner People of their Neighbourhood take their Drink of the Common Brewers clog'd with Excise which few or none of all the Inhabitants of the Northern Towns do In the West of England They have some Common Brewers but not in Proportion to the East and South In most parts of the West their Malt is so stenched with the Smoak of the Wood with which 't is dryed that no Stranger can endure it though the Inhabitants who are familiarized to it can swallow it as the Hollanders do their thick Black Beer Brewed with Buck Wheat In Bristol they have considerable Quantities of Malt by Sea from Wales some dryed with Straw some with Coak or Culm much the best way of Drying Yet have little good Drink made from it which is generally imputed to the Brackishness of their Water In short the Reason why Publick and Common Brewers seldom or never Brew good Drink is That they Wet more Malt at once then 't is possible they can have Vessels and Servants enough to Work and set it cool enough to Ferment kindly And withall Brew so often that they cannot sufficiently between one Brewing and another cleanse and scald their Brewing Vessels and Barrels giving them due time to dry but that they will retain such a Rest as will always Char and Sour their Liquors And the Mischiefs accrewing by such Neglects are incredible to Persons unexperienced My Brewers have been so cautious in this Particular that if any Servants of the House have by accident made use of any long handled Jett hand Jett or Pail with cold Water during the Brewing they have scalded it a new and let it dry before they wou'd use it again This Practice of the Common Brewers Wetting such vast Quantities of Malt at once and Brewing so often puts me in Mind of the Story of Melibeus the Mantuan Shepherd in Boccalin who tells the Roman Empire that whilst he and Menalcas kept Five Hundred Sheep each as they long did they made a Crown a Head by the Wooll and Lambs amounting to Five Hundred Crowns Per Annum But when Menalcas from Covetuousness doubled his Flock to a Thousand Sheep expecting to get thereby a Thousand Crowns a Year he made but Three Hundred Crowns and when he trebled his Flock and made them Fifteen Hundred Sheep he got nothing This is but a Course APPLICATION of a STORY fram'd with a great Contexture of Witt and Political Wisdom A SATYR UPON Brandy FArewel damn'd Stygian Juyce that dost bewitch From the Court Bawd down to the Country Bitch Thou Liquid Flame by whom each firey Face Lives without Meat and blushes without Grace Sink to thy Native Hell to mend the Fire Or if it please thee to ascend yet higher To the dull Climate go from whence you came Where VVit and Courage do require your Flame VVhere they Carouse it in Vesuvian Bowls To crust the Quagmire of their spungy Souls Had Dives for thy scorching Liquor cry'd Abraham in Mercy had his suit deny'd Had Bonner known thy force the Martyrs Blood Had hiss'd in thee and sav'd the Nations VVood Essence of Ember scum of melting flint VVith all the Native sparkles floating in 't Sure the Black-Chymist with his Cloven foot All Aetna's simples in one Lymbeck put And double still'd nay quintessenc'd thy Juyce To charcoal Mortals for his future use Fire-ship of Nature thou dost doubly wound For they that graple thee are burnt and drown'd As when Heaven prest th' Auxiliaries of Hell A flaming storm on cursed Sodom fell And when it 's single Plagues would not prevail Egypt was scalt with kindled Rain and Hail So Natures feuds are reconcil'd in thee Thou two great Judgments in Epitome God's past and future Anger breath in you A Deluge and a Conflagration too View yonder Sott I do not mean Shr Sh Grilled all o're by thee from head to foot His greasie Eye-lids shoar'd above their pitch His Face with Carbuncles and Rubies rich His Scull instead of Brains supply'd with Cinder His Nose turns all his Handkerchiefs to Tinder He breaths like a Smiths Forge and wets the fire Not to allay the flame but raise it higher His Stomach don't concoct but bake his Food His Liver even vitrefies his Blood His trembling hand scarce heaves his Liquor in His Nerves all crackle under 's Parchment Skin His Guts from Natures drudgery are freed And in his Bowels Salamanders breed He 's grown too hot to think too dull to laugh And steps as tho' he walkt with Pindars staff The moveing Glass-house lightens in his Eyes Singes his Cloaths and all his Marrow frys Glows for a while and then in Ashes dyes Thus like a sham Promethius we find Thou stol'st a Fire from Hell to kill mankind But stay least I the Saints dire Anger merit By stinting their Auxilliary Spirit I am inform'd whate're we wicked think Brandy's reform'd and turn'd a godly Drink E'er since the Publick Faith for Plate did VVimble And Sanctifi'd thy Gill with Hannah's Thimble Thou 'st left thy old bad Company of Vermin The swearing Porters and the drunken Carmen And the new drivers of the Hackney Coaches And now tak'st up with sage discreet debauches Thou freely drop'st upon Gold Chains and Fur And Sots of Quality thy Minions are No more shalt thou foment an Ale-house brawl But the more sober Riots of Guild-Hall VVhere by thy Spirits fallible Direction The Reprobates once pol'd for an Election If this trade hold what shall we Mortals do The Saints Sequester even our Vices too For since the Art of VVhoring's grown precise And Perjury has got demurer Eyes 'T is time high time to circumcise the Gill And not let Brandy be Philistian still Go then thou Emblem of their torrid Zeal Add flame to flame and their stiff tempers kneal 'Till they grow ductile to the Publick VVeal And since the Godly have espous'd thy cause Don't fill their heads with Liberty and Laws Religion Priviledges Lawless Charters Mind them of Falstaff's Heir-Apparent-Garters And keep their outward man from Ketches quarters One caution more now we are out of Hearing Many have dy'd with drinking some with swearing If these two Pests should in conjunction meet The Grass would quickly grow in e'ry Street Save thou the Nation from that double blow And keep thy fire from Salamanca T. O. FINIS