Their Mants, Champaigns, Chablees, Frontiniacks tell;
Their aums of Hock, of Backrag [Bacharach] and Mosell.’[280]
He gives the wines of our ‘sweet enemy’ a high position, too, in his Dithyrambick, spoken by a Drunkard, who is made to exclaim,
‘Were France the next, this round Bordeau shall swallow,
Champaign, Langou [L’Anjou], and Burgundy shall follow.’[281]
Butler makes the hero of his immortal satire prepared to follow the old Roman fashion with regard to his lady’s name, and to
‘Drink ev’ry letter on’t in stum,
And make it brisk Champaign become;’[282]
and speaks of routed forces having
‘Recovered many a desperate campaign