We went into the butty and there stayed and talked, and then into the hall again; and there wine was offered and they drunk, I only drinking some hypocras, which doth not break my vowe, it being, to the best of my present judgment, only a mixed compound drink, and not any wine—if I am mistaken, God forgive me; but I hope and do think I am not.

Samuel Pepys, Diary of Samuel Pepys, 1669