They cure themselves meerly with Sack and Sugar.
Should we to former Ages but look back,
There you should find the strange effects of Sack:
Shall I ascend to Jove, the Heavens Protector?
What is that drink call’d by the Poets, Nectar?
Was’t not Canary? yes, there’s nothing truer,
For all men know, that Bacchus was his Brewer:
Who by Canary, as its poetis’d,
Became a God, and was Immortalliz’d.