It was the sherry-cobbler of the age; although I believe every thing is now pronounced to be out of fashion before dinner.

O Boy, one sherry-bitters, one bamboo!"

If you would like to borrow Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the bees, from clover rows Their hock and sherry draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more!

Commentators have puzzled themselves to find out Falstaff's sherries sack: there can be no doubt but that it was dry sherry, and the French word sec dry, corrupted into sack.