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Abraham Cowley
The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain, And drinks, and gapes for Drink again; The Plants suck in the Earth and are With constant Drinking fresh and fair.
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Abraham Cowley
Nothing in Nature's sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high-- Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Bible
If after the manner of men I have fought with beasts at Ephesus, what advantageth it me, if the dead rise not? let us eat and drink; for to morrow we die.
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Charles Dibdin
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
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Charles Dickens
When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking hot punch in self-preservation.
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Charles Dickens
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.
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Cicero Marcus Tullius Cicero
Prudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober. Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.
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Emily Dickinson
Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.
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Eugene Field
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
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Faith Whittlese
Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in high heels.
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Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Nose, nose, holly red nose, And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves; And they gave me this jolly red nose.
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George Arnold
Here With my beer I sit, While golden moments flit: Alas! They pass Unheeded by: And as they fly, I, Being dry, Sit, idly sipping here My beer.
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James Beattie
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
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Philip Dormer Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chesterfield
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.
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Robert Burns
There's some are fou o' love divine, There's some are fou' o' brandy.
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