human
A can of good grog, had they swigg'd it, T'would have set them for pleasure agog, And in spite of the rules Of the schools, The old fools Would have all of them swigg'd it, And swore there was nothing like grog.
gpt
I'm exactly of your opinion, father,
human
Always ready for two things, Master Tom--grog and mischief; but, however, you shall have one more _dose_.
gpt
It hath, then, medicinal virtues?
human
Ay, that it has, master--more than all the quacking medicines in the world. It cures grief and melancholy, and prevents spirits from getting low.
gpt
I doubt that, father, cried Tom, holding up the bottle
human
Verily, friend Tom, it appeareth, among other virtues, to sharpen the wits. Proceed, friend Dux, in the medicinal virtues of grog.
gpt
Well, master, it cures love when it's not returned, and adds to it when it is. I've heard say it will cure jealousy; but that I've my doubts of. Now I think on it, I will tell you a yarn about a jealous match between a couple of fools. Jacob, aren't your pannikin empty, my boy?
human
Yes,