Sometimes Nine and Twenty Do Not Suffice

I would that our gentry, and the better sort of our people, were not so much acquainted with quaffing, carousing and drinking of hearty draughts, at many merry conventions. I find that the pleasantness of the drink and the infirmity of our nature do beget one draught upon another, so that, beginning with courtesy, we end with madness and beastliness. Well wrote he which said that the first cup quenched thirst, the second induced mirth and rejoicing in heart, the third voluptuousness, the fourth drunkenness, the fifth wrathfulness, the sixth contentiousness, the seventh furiousness, the eighth sluggishness, and the ninth extremity of sickness. But with us nine draughts, yea nineteen draughts, nay, sometimes nine and twenty do not suffice. And though his worldly friends wink, and temporal death forbear him a while, let him yet not think to escape: for it weakeneth and endangereth man's body daily, it impaireth his reputation openly, and woundeth his soul secretly.