Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk
The hopes of all men and of every nation;
Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk
Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:
But to return,--Get very drunk; and when
You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
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A sensual and intemperate youth hands over a worn-out body to old
age.
[Lat., Libidinosa etenim et intemperans read more
A sensual and intemperate youth hands over a worn-out body to old
age.
[Lat., Libidinosa etenim et intemperans adolescentia effoetum
corpus tradit senectuti.]
(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
(Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught read more
(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
(Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught
above heat makes him a fool, the seconds mads him, and a third
drowns him.
O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack!
O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable
deal of sack!
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it
ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
[Lat., read more
What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it
ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
[Lat., Quid non ebrietas designat? Operta recludit;
Spes jubet esse ratas; in praelia trudit inermem.]
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell,
How it burns read more
Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell,
How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years
The horrible Light-House of Hell!
Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
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Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
Short of His can and body; must I find
A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure?
Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
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Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings.
