“Good wine is full of wicked lies, Good wine a wise man will despise, Good wine corrupts the blood and tongue, Good wine has many a fellow hung.[100] Good wine lascivious men will rue. Good wine, though red, makes drinkers blue. Good wine means lost ability, Good wine means lost docility. Good wine means jaundiced liver pain. Good wine means a wild, raving brain. Good wine means arson, murder, lust, Good wine means prison chains and rust. Good wine means broken family ties. Good wine means woman’s tears and sighs. Good wine makes cowards of the brave. Good wine digs a good drinker’s grave.” He then goes on and gives examples, as, for instance, Alexander the Great killing his foster-brother Clitus at a drinking banquet; he cites the opinions of Saint Jerome and Terrence; he depicts Lot debauching his daughters and Noah exposed to the mockery of his sons; he shows Holofernes decapitated by Judith, and places all these cases to the credit of intemperance. Then he adds a long list of diseases resulting from drink, of which we shall only quote one verse of the original: “D’ou vient gravelle peu prisie Y dropsie, Paralisie, Ou pleuresie’ Collicque qui les boyaulx touche? Dont vient jaunisse, ictericie Appoplexie, Epilencie, Et squinancie? Tout vient de mal garder la bouche.” In quaint old French all the symptoms of alcoholism are perfectly enumerated. It is evident that the epilepsy mentioned by the author is only the epileptiform convulsion noticed in modern cases of chronic drunkenness. As to the _ictericie_, which a modern critic has translated as meaning _black humor_, it is nothing more than what is now known as cirrhosis of the liver. Nicole de la Chesnaye was a physician; his critical commentator not much of one. We cannot follow this classical author through the innumerable reasons he gives for blaming liquor drinking and his high tributes of praise to the cause of Middle Age temperance, and we cannot quote those original strophes on the ancient satirical poet: “Le satirique Juvenal Avoit bien tout cousidere. Quand il dist qu’il vient tant de mal De long repas immodere,” etc., etc. In another scene the drunken revelry of the Banqueters is re-enacted, on the return of the convicts from exile, and another temptation to the weak and young and foolish. In fact, one of the youths present, Folly (_Le Fol_), is attacked and badly used up by the villain Gravel. The poor fellow cries: “Alarme! Je ne puis pisser La Gravelle me tient aux rains! Venez ouyr mes piteux plains, Vous, l’Orfevre et l’Appoticaire.” Then follows a comical scene of suffering, couched in such language as would offend modern ears polite, and, therefore, out of respect to the reader omitted.