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If all be true that I do think,Or any other reason why.
— Alcoholic beverages
If all be true that I do think,Or any other reason why.
Fill up the goblet and reach to me some!Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum.
No substance in nature, as far as yet known, has, when it reaches the brain, such power to induce mental and moral changes of a disastrous character as alcohol. Its transforming power is marvelous, and often appalling. It seems to open a way of entrance into the soul for all classes of foolish, insane or malignant spirits, who, so long as it remains in contact with the brain, are able to hold possession.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And they gave me this jolly red nose.
Nose, nose, nose, nose!And that gave me my jolly red nose!
Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; that continue until night, till wine inflame them!
Let us eat and drink; for to morrow we die.
BRANDY, n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the- grave and four parts clarified Satan. Dose, a headful all the time. Brandy is said by Dr. Johnson to be the drink of heroes. Only a hero will venture to drink it.
What harm in drinking can there be,Since punch and life so well agree?
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
Oh brother, be a brother, fill this tiny cup of mine. And please, sir, make it whiskey: I have no head for wine!
I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.
A man who doesn't drink is not, in my opinion, fully a man.
It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.
The money expended for liquor and tobacco is the difference between a young man making a success in life and making a failure.
The prestige of government has undoubtedly been lowered considerably by the prohibition law. For nothing is more destructive of respect for the government and the law of the land than passing laws which cannot be enforced. It is an open secret that the dangerous increase of crime in this country is closely connected with this.
Oons, sir ! do you say that I am drunk ? I say, sir, that I am as sober as a judge.
Once … in the wilds of Afghanistan, I lost my corkscrew, and we were forced to live on nothing but food and water for days.
I was in love with a beautiful blonde once, dear. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.
There's alcohol in plant and tree. Some alcohol in Man.
There is in all men a demand for the superlative, so much so that the poor devil who has no other way of reaching it attains it by getting drunk.
Deep-seated preferences cannot be argued about — you cannot argue a man into liking a glass of beer...
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when, One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
Oh many a peer of England brewsTo justify God's ways to man.
The sway of alcohol over mankind is unquestionably due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties of human nature.
“Did God set grapes a-growing, do you think, Surely HE loves to hear the glasses clink!”
The last time I seen my father, he was blind in the cedars from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth, he don't suck out of it, it sucks out of him...
When alchemists first learned how to distill spirits, they called it aqua vitae, the water of life, and far from considering it the work of the devil, they thought the discovery was divinely inspired.
I'll stick with gin. Champagne is just ginger ale that knows somebody.
The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.
Never cry over spilt milk. It could've been whiskey.
The harsh, useful things of the world, from pulling teeth to digging potatoes, are best done by men who are as starkly sober as so many convicts in the death-house, but the lovely and useless things, the charming and exhilarating things, are best done by men with, as the phrase is, a few sheets in the wind.
Candy is dandy But liquor is quicker.
Where there's hooch, there's hope.
How many alcohol related deaths a year? 100,000? That's, what, 270 a day? Tragedy. How many firearms related deaths a year? 11,000? That comes out to a measly 30 a day!
Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking* I could wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
When the wine goes in, strange things come out.
This bottle's the sun of our table,Without his help to shine.
To alcohol! The cause of - and solution to - all of life's problems.
There are two things that will be believed of any man whatsoever, and one of them is that he has taken to drink.
Of the demonstrably wise there are but two: those who commit suicide, and those who keep their reasoning faculties atrophied by drink.
Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.
They question thee about strong drink and games of chance. Say: In both is great sin, and (some) utility for men; but the sin of them is greater than their usefulness.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
There's some are fou o' love divine,There's some are fou o' brandy.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.
And broughte of mighty ale a large quart.
If you are invited to drink at any man's house more than you think is wholesome, you may say "you wish you could, but so little makes you both drunk and sick; that you should only be bad company by doing so."
Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk,Sipped brandy and water gayly.
Let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die.
Nothing in Nature's sober found,Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain,With constant Drinking fresh and fair.
Let the farmer praise his grounds,With my charming little cruiskeen lan, lan, lan.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
When I got up to the Peacock—where I found everybody drinking hot punch in self-preservation.
Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the elder…. "You'd ha' made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if you'd been born in that station o' life.
Inebriate of air am I,From inns of molten blue.
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fallAt the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
Come landlord fill a flowing bowl until it does run over,Tonight we will all merry be—tomorrow we'll get sober.
Landlord fill the flowing bowlTo-morrow we'll be sober.
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow;You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow.
Tell me I hate the bowl? Hate is a feeble word;Whene'er I see or hear or tell of the dark beverage of hell.
It's a long time between drinks.
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
If you'd dip in such joys, come—the better, the quicker!—As though I wore one of your heavy-pursed friends.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
Let those that merely talk and never think,That live in the wild anarchy of drink.
Just a wee deoch-an-doris, just a wee yin, that's a'.Y're a 'richt ye ken.
And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,Who first invented this leathern bottel!
Now to rivulets from the mountainsNot in flasks, and casks, and cellars.
Myrtale often smells of wine, but, wise,"Sure Myrtale hath drunk o' th' bayes today?"
Attic honey thickens the nectar-like Falernian. Such drink deserves to be mixed by Ganymede.
Let Nepos place Cæretan wine on table, and you will deem it Setine. But he does not give it to all the world; he drinks it only with a trio of friends.
Provocarem ad Philippum, inquit, sed sobrium.
One sip of thisBeyond the bliss of dreams.
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
When treading London's well-known groundIn search of Whitbread's best entire.
Drinking will make a man quaff,Says old Simon the King.
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowlThe feast of reason and the flow of soul.
They never taste who always drink.
Drinking will make a man quaff,Says old Simon the King.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
This bottle's the sun of our table,Without his help to shine.
Back and side go bare, go bare,Whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat,With him that wears a hood.
While briskly to each patriot lipThe quintessence of public spirit!
We're gaily yet, we're gaily yet,For we's not very fow, but we're gaily yet.
They drink with impunity, or anybody who invites them.
Drink, pretty creature, drink!
