[T]he accidens of Alcumy I will ſweare it is, be it but for that experiment of his ſmoaking alone, and which is a ſecret that all Tapſters will curſe mee for blabbing, in his ſkinne there is plaine witchcraft, for doe but rubbe a kanne or quarte pot round about the mouth wyth it, let the cunningeſt lickeſpiggot ſwelt his heart out, the beere ſhal neuer foame or froath in the cupp, whereby to deceyue men of their meaſure, but be as ſetled as if it ſtoode al night.