In the legend of Gambrinus, the fiend is still more ingloriously defeated.
In a few moments I spoke to him, asking if he were coming down to the Gambrinus.
Now we hobnobbed with Gambrinus, and enjoyed the warmest welcome in an inn.
Bacchus, Gambrinus and Orpheus go hand in hand, and they engross the German mind about equally.
Beer is victorious, and Gambrinus now has Olympus all to himself.
They lunched at the Gambrinus, and George mysteriously bought up all the pennies from the hunchback tobacco vendor.
A new keg of beer was tapped on the Gambrinus wagon, while the people in the houses rushed to the windows and roared.
Gambrinus was a fiddler, who, being jilted by his sweetheart, went out into the woods to hang himself.
Gambrinus kept clear of women, says the legend, and so lived in peace.
So Gambrinus lived on tranquilly for a century or two, and drank so much beer that he turned into a beer-barrel.