th'aged Nurse her calling to her bowre, / Had gathered Rew, and Sauine, and the flowre / Of Camphara, and Calamint, and Dill, / All which she in a earthen Pot did poure ….

Those in the Lowland line who lay near him, and desired to enjoy their lives and property in quiet, were contented to pay him a small composition, in name of protection money, and comforted themselves with the old proverb that it was better to fleech the deil than fight him.

a trifling fly, none of your great familiars

Not only did the Dublin barkeeps not make a shamrock in the foam, they claimed to not even know what a black and tan was.