[Simon Wadlow was the original of "old Sir Simon the king," the
favourite air of Squire Western in "Tom Jones."

"Hang up all the poor hop-drinkers,
Cries old Sim, the king of skinkers."

Ben Jonson, Verses over the door into the Apollo.]

the vintner, at the Devil; in Fleetstreet, did lead a fine company of
soldiers, all young comely men, in white doublets. There followed the
Vice-Chamberlain, Sir G. Carteret, a company of men all like Turks; but I
know not yet what they are for. The streets all gravelled, and the houses
hung with carpets before them, made brave show, and the ladies out of the
windows, one of which over against us I took much notice of, and spoke of
her, which made good sport among us. So glorious was the show with gold
and silver, that we were not able to look at it, our eyes at last being so
much overcome with it. Both the King and the Duke of York took notice of
us, as he saw us at the window. The show being ended, Mr. Young did give
us a dinner, at which we were very merry, and pleased above imagination at
what we have seen. Sir W. Batten going home, he and I called and drunk
some mum

[Mum. Ale brewed with wheat at Brunswick.

"Sedulous and stout
With bowls of fattening mum."

J. Phillips, Cyder, Vol. ii. p. 231.]

and laid our wager about my Lady Faulconbridge's name,