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Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.

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.

A sensual and intemperate youth hands over a worn-out body to old age.

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!

All learned, and all drunk!

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.

He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Petition me no petitions, Sir, to-day; Let other hours be set apart for business, To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk; And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.

He that is drunken . . . Is outlawed by himself; all kind of ill Did with his liquor slide into his veins.

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?

What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.

Touch the goblet no more! It will make thy heart sore To its very core!

Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance, Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear, Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat, All other parts remaining as they were; And they, so perfect in their misery, Not once perceive their foul disfigurement.

. . . And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul. To the late revel, and protracted feast, Wild dreams succeeded, and disorder'd rest.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.

O monstrous! but one halfpennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!

In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame! One drunkard loves another of the name.

Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.