Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,

Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be
no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night
-- Act ii, Sc. 3

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