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When treading London's well-known ground
If e'er I feel my spirits tire,
I haul my sail, look up around,
In search of Whitbread's best entire.
- Unattributed Author,
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: from "The Myrtle and the Vine"--A Complete Vocal Library--A Pot of Porter, Ho!
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And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell,
Who first invented this leathern bottel!
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: Leathern Bottel
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Drinking will make a man quaff,
Quaffing will make a man sing,
Singing will make a man laugh,
And laughing long life doth bring,
Says old Simon the King.
- Unattributed Author, Old Sir Simon the King,
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: Old Sir Simon the King, referring to Simon Wadloe, tavern-keeper at the "Devil," Fleet Street, about
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Fill up the goblet and reach to me some!
Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum.
Author: William R. Alger
Source: Oriental Poetry--Wine Song of Kaitmas
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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.
Author: George Arnold
Source: Beer
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Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale,
And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.
Author: James Beattie
Source: The Minstrel (bk. I, st. 44)
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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.
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Source: Knight of the Burning Pestle (act I, sc. 4)
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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.
Author: Bible
Source: I Corinthians (ch. XV, v. 32)
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What harm in drinking can there be,
Since punch and life so well agree?
Author: Thomas Blacklock
Source: Epigram on Punch (l. 15)
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When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
Author: Robert Browning
Source: The Flight of the Duchess (XVI)
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It's a long time between drinks.
Author: Robert Browning
Source: The Flight of the Duchess (XVI)
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There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou' o' brandy.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: The Holy Fair (st. 30)
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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Tam o' Shanter (l. 105)
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I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no
occasion.
Author: Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra)
Source: Don Quixote (pt. II, ch. XXXIII)
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And broughte of mighty ale a large quart.
Author: Geoffrey Chaucer
Source: The Canterbury Tales (l. 3,497), The Miller's Tale
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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."
Author: Philip Dormer Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chesterfield
Source: Principles of Politeness and of Knowing the World (sec. Sundry Little Accomplishments)
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Prudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.
[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]
Author: Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)
Source: Philippicoe (II, 32)
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Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk,
Sipped brandy and water gayly.
Author: George Colman ("The Younger")
Source: Mynheer Vandunck
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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?
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source: Anacreon II--Drinking
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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.
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source: Anacreon II--Drinking
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Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
Author: Charles Dibdin
Source: Captain Wattle and Miss Rol
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When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.
Author: Charles Dickens
Source: The Holly Tree Inn
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"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."
Author: Charles Dickens
Source: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (ch. XXIII)
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
Author: Emily Dickinson
Source: Poems (XX)
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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.
Author: Eugene Field
Source: The Clink of the Ice
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