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Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
If after the manner of men I have fought with beasts at Ephesus,
what advantageth it me, if the read more
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.
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.
If you are invited to drink at any man's house more than you
think is wholesome, you may say read more
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."
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill read more
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?
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon read more
"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."
Prudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.
[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio read more
Prudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.
[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
