| Author |
Quotes |
| 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? |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| Cervantes Saavedra | I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion. |
| Charles Dibdin | Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle. |
| Charles Dickens | When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking hot punch in self-preservation. |
| 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." |
| Emily Dickinson | Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| James Beattie | Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid. |
| Robert Browning | When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin? |
| Robert Browning | It's a long time between drinks. |
| Robert Burns | There's some are fou o' love divine, There's some are fou' o' brandy. |
| Robert Burns | Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil! |
| Thomas Blacklock | What harm in drinking can there be, Since punch and life so well agree? |
| Unattributed Author | 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 | And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell, Who first invented this leathern bottel! |
| Unattributed Author | 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. |
| William R Alger | Fill up the goblet and reach to me some! Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum. |
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