A representative man of letters, a Regency wit, a poet of the salon - this was Tom Moore in his heyday. In addition the Irish mobs gathered to cheer him because of his melodies and his controversial prose, and when he came to Cork and tasted the porter at a local brewery the city poet seized the glass, had is suitably inscribed and wrote an ode in commemoration as if this were a god who had come drinking Cork's mortal nectar. He was a poet that appealed to all sorts of people.