Beloved, let me crave your reverend attention; I am a little man, come at a short warning, to preach a short sermon, from a short subject to a thin congregation, in an unworthy pulpit. Beloved, my text is MALT. Now, there is no teaching without a division. I cannot divide my text into sentences, because there are none; not into words, it being but one; not into syllables, it being but a monosyllable. Therefore I must divide it into letters, which I find in my text to be four: M, A, L, T.
M, my beloved is moral, A, allegorical, L, literal, and T, theological. First, the moral teaches such as you drunkards good manners; wherefore, M, my master, A, all you, L, listen, T, to my text. Secondly, the allegorical is when one thing is spoken of and another meant; the thing spoken of is malt, the thing meant is the oil of malt, properly called strong beer; gentlemen, make M, your meat, A, your apparel, L, your liberty, and T, your treasure. Thirdly, the literal sense hath ever been found suitable to the theme, confirmed by beggarly experience: M, much, A, ale, L, little, T, thought. Fourthly, the theological is according to the effects that it worketh, which are of two kinds: the first in this world, the second in the world to come. The effects that it worketh in this life are M, murder, A, adultery, L, looseness of life, and T, treason. In the world to come the effects of it are M, misery, A, anguish, L, lamentation, T, torment.
And the application of my text is this: M, my masters, A, all of you, L, look for, T, torment.