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?
Quid non ebrietas designat? Operta recludit;
Spes jubet esse ratas; in prælia trudit inermem.
What does drunkenness not 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.
Nihil aliud est ebrietas quam voluntaria innia.
Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary
madness.
O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!
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.
And now, in madness,
Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
To start my quiet.
God, that men should put an enemy in
their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!
Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.
I told you, sir, they were red-hst with drinking;
So full of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet.
What's a drunken man like, fool?
Like a drowned man, a fool and a madman:
one draught above heat makes him a fool; the
second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Drunkenness is an immoderate affection and use of drink. That I call immoderation that is besides or beyond that order of good things for which God hath given us the use of drink.
The wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song :
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:
* * * * *
Sits long and rises drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own heart,
That great, rich Vine.
A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em,
To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.
