Just for fun… witness, the Women’s Petition Against Coffee.
Choice bits…
For the continual sipping of this pittiful drink is enough to bewitch Men of two and twenty, and tie up the Codpice-point without a Charm. It renders them that use it as Lean as Famine, as Rivvel’d as Envy, or an old meager Hagg over-ridden by an Incubus. They come from it with nothing moist but their snotty Noses, nothing stiffe but their Joints, nor standing but their Ears…
While I’ve frequently read of this petition in one coffee history book or another, I had only recently stumbled upon its full text (via Metafilter).
Pity I can find neither the cover nor the full text of the Men’s Answer to the Women’s Petition… equally ribald by today’s neo-Puritan standards.
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