Is there no cheaper stuff? where doth it dwell? Would not horse-aloes bitter it as well? {362}
Mem.
To try it soon on our small beer— ’Twill save us sev’ral pounds a year.
Mem.
Not to forget to take of beer the cask The brewers offer’d me, away.
To Whitbread now deign’d majesty, to say, “Whitbread are all your horses fond of hay?” “Yes, please your Majesty!” in humble notes, The brewer answered—“also fond of oats: Another thing my horses too maintains— And that, an’t please your Majesty are grains.”
“Grains—grains,” said majesty, “to fill their crops? Grains, grains, that comes from hops—yes, hops, hops, hops.”
Later on the brewery pigs were reviewed by the King,