For he that knows this, may also correct acid Wines, yet let him have a care that he does not take foul Brandy-wine, as Farnner has done, wherewith he has done it, as he saies.
This excellent Art, and heretofore unknown, to him that knows how to handle Wines, may serve instead of many; and this unfaithful Farnner might have receiv’d much profit from it, if he had not made it publick; but since he has every where publish’d it, there shall henceforth no profit accrue to him nor me, if I should be destitute of better things, for he has defamed this excellent Secret every where by his lying Epistles sent abroad.
As for me, though he has taken from me the great profit which redounded to me from it, by his prating and lyes, I do not this from such a trouble of mind as will happen to him, if he shall be forced indeed to want all its fruit.
If this perfidious Farnner had hid this Secret, he would have needed no other Arts, neither need he have sold it for an hundred Duckets, but he might from it have procur’d to himself sufficient whereon to live. A greater damage has happen’d to me by his publication than I can declare; and I very hardly endure that so excellent and profitable a Secret should be despised; neither will any good man approve it, especially they that sustain loss by it, and for that cause will alwaies abhorr him. He might have gotten enough by it, in secret, and without detriment to his Neighbour, but that he was minded rather to marr the profit and propagate the damage of not only himself, but me, and many others that have knowledge of it; which no man can deny to be a wicked act.
That Reward which Farnner gave me for communicating to him my Secrets, in all amounted to but sixty or seventy Ungarici (an Ungaricus is Nine Shillings of our Money,) which yet, from the communication of those Secrets I trusted him with, he receiv’d again, so that all those things which he had of me, cost him little or nothing. Nevertheless, he does not stick to say, That he gave me a great sum of Money for my Secrets, which yet I refused to take; and though he twice made a Journey of Fifteen miles to me, that he might get something out of me, yet I deny’d him, and communicated nothing to him, till he came the third time, and learn’d some of my Secrets, and afterwards, when he had oblig’d himself to work with me in my Laboratory, I communicated more to him. Neither had I shew’d him the least of those many Secrets for his Present, which will never compensate the damage I have sustain’d by him, had not he oblig’d himself under the loss of all his Goods, as also his Credit and Reputation, that he, his Wife and Children, should serve me so long as I should live, as plainly appears from his Obligations given to me.
But if he had given me a Thousand Ungarici, or Duckets, and I had known he would have expos’d this Secret to sale, I would rather have given him all of it back again, than suffer’d it to be made common. Neither can his vain Excuse, That he exposes his own inventions, and not mine, to sale, profit him any thing; when ’tis evident enough, that nothing in the nature of things can be found, which may render small Wines better than the Anima or Quintessence extracted from other Wines; for the Anima of Wine only, and nothing else, can encrease the strength of Wine. Neither is the comparison of this melioration of Wines incongruous with two torn Garments, neither of which can be worn; but if either of this is cut, and that which yet is whole and good, is sewed to the other, and so of two torn, one whole Garment is made; then that Garment may be worn, when yet, before, neither of them was useful.
The same also is to be understood of small wines that are neither durable nor vendible, but after one Hogshead is strengthen’d by another, it becomes not only durable, as good Wine, but vendible, and will yield as good a price as two small Hogsheads. And this Secret is both very noble and profitable in those places, where the wines are seldom brought to maturity, and for that cause are not durable nor saleable. For there is a lamentable Complaint among Vintners, that immature wines are not vendible, and they can get no money for them. Thus they say, Have we labour’d in vain with our wines a whole year? Look there the wines lie, and no man buys them: in the mean while we suffer want and can’t make our selves merry with our wines, for they neither profit us nor others; unless we have presently some other better wine, wherewith to mingle this, and so render it vendible, it will strait be corrupted, and turn’d to water. These and the like Complaints I have often heard from Vintners; but if they had the wit of Taylors, that can make one new Garment of two old ones, their affairs would be in a better condition, for after this manner they might preserve their acid wines, and there would be no need of mixing better wine with them. For which excellent Invention, all men that deal in wines, ought to thank GOD and me.
I pray, who would not have communicated these things to a man that had given himself for a pledge? But if he must not stand to these Obligations, I can’t see whom we may trust. I curse the unhappy hour wherein this unprofitable subject and that perverse man (if he may be call’d a man) came first in my sight: which troubles and molestations he brings upon me in my old Age, which might spend its time much better, than by refuting his detestable Calumnies. Neither does his wickedness to me hurt me only, but my Children also.
In his last Obligation he promises, That if by premature death I should be taken out of the world, that he, for the kindnesses I had done him, would adopt my Children for his own, and make them his Heirs: but here, in his most false writing, endeavours all he can to deprive my (yet young) Children of their own, and convert their Goods to himself, as indeed he has done.
Further, He in his last Obligation also saies, he humbly pray’d GOD to prolong my Life and Health, but in this place he endeavours by his Cavils and Calumnies to kill me, and if he could do it with his own hand, (which God forbid) I believe he would not stick at it: It is a small thing with him to spill Man’s blood, for he has experienc’d his ability that way.