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Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off. it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

They question thee about strong drink and games of chance. Say: In both is great sin, and (some) utility for men; but the sin of them is greater than their usefulness.
A good sherris-sack . . . ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery and delectable shapes, which, deliver'd o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
Good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well us'd. Exclaim no more against it.
Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.
How doth the earth bring forth herbs, flowers, and fruits, both for physick and the pleasure of mankind? and above all, to me at least, the fruitful Vine, of which when I drink moderately, it clears my brain, chears my heart, and sharpens my wit.
Cupid and Bacchus my saints are; May drink and love still reign: With wine I wash away my cares, And then to love again.
Who, by disgraces or ill fortune sunk, Feels not his soul enlivened when he's drunk?
A facetious friend of mine used to say, the wine could not be bad, where the company is agreeable; a maxim which, however, ought to be taken cum grano salis.
That's all that distinguishes us from the beasts, Madam--drinking when we aren't thirsty and making love whenever we feel like it.
O Whisky! soul o' plays an' pranks! Accept a Bardie's gratefu' thanks! When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses!
You women are always thinking of men's being in liquor. Why, you do not suppose a man is overset by a bottle? I am sure of this--that if everybody was to drink their bottle a day, there would not be half the disorders in the world there are now. It would be a famous good thing for us all. . . . There is not the hundredth part of the wine consumed in this kingdom that there ought to be. Our foggy climate wants help.
Gin! Gin! a Drop of Gin! Oh! then its tremendous temptations begin, To take, alas! To the fatal glass,--And happy the wretch that it does not win To change the black hue Of his ruin to blue--While Angels sorrow, and Demons grin--And lose the rheumatic Chill of his attic By plunging into the Palace of Gin!
I rather like bad wine, . . . one gets so bored with good wine.
Better is old wine than new, and old friends likewise.
ABSTAINER; n. A weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure. . . . BRANDY; n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder.
The cocktail is a pleasant drink, It's mild and harmless, I don't think. When you've had one, you call for two, And then you don't care what you do.
Say what you like and I'll be calm, No matter what I think; But if you value blood and bones--No disrespect to Drink!
The harsh, useful things of the world, from pulling teeth to digging potatoes, are best done by men who are as starkly sober as so many convicts in the death-house, but the lovely and useless things, the charming and exhilarating things, are best done by men with, as the phrase is, a few sheets in the wind.
In some secluded rendez-vous That overlooks the avenue with someone sharing a delightful chat Of this and that and cocktails for two.
Regular habits sweeten simplicity. In the middle of every morning I leave the kitchen and have a glass of sherry with Aunt. I can only say that this is glorious. There is a great deal of gloriousness in simplicity.
There is one thing I know I shall never get enough of--champagne. I cannot say when I drank my first, prickly, delicious glass of it. . . . I think I probably started my lifelong affair with Dom Perignon's discovery in 1929, when I first went to France. It does not matter. I would gladly ask for the same end as a poor peasant's there, who is given a glass of champagne on his death bed to cheer him on his way.
Do not allow your children to mix drinks. It is unseemly and they use too much vermouth.