Lick-spigot

[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.

From thence, in a little time, dignified with the office and title of Mr. Churchwarden, he reckons himself as great as the Pope, and measures a foot more in the waist, upon his first entrance into this parochial authority, than he did in seven years before he was chosen for it.¶ His wife must now be called Madam, his sons, young masters, and his daughters, misses, and he that salutes the old lickspiggot with any other title than that of Mr. Churchwarden, runs the hazard of the forfeiture of his good looks, friendship and conversation.