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Drinking: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.— TENNYSON — The Gardener's Daughter. L. 71.
The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoar wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — Dream Tryst. St. 3.
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted dreams, And into glory peep.— VAUGHAN — Ascension Hymn.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.— WORDSWORTH — Hart-Leap Well. Pt. II. St. 9.
Fill up the goblet and reach to me some! Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum.— WM. R. ALGER — Oriental Poetry.
Wine Song of Kaitmas. 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.— GEORGE ARNOLD — Beer.
Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid.— BEATTIE — The Minstrel Bk. I. St. 44.
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow.— BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER — The Bloody
What harm in drinking can there be, Since punch and life so well agree?— BLACKLOCK — An Epigram on Punch. L. 15.
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?— ROBERT BROWNING — The Flight of the
Duchess. XVI. Fill full! Why this is as it should be: here Is my true realm, amidst bright eyes and faces Happy as fair! Here sorrow cannot reach.— BYRON — Sardanapalus. Act III.
Sc: 1. I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.— CERVANTES — Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. XXXIII.
And broughte of mighty ale a large quart. C.— CHAUCER — Canterbury Tales. The Milleres Tale. L. 3,497.
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."— LORD CHESTERFIELD — Principles of
Politeness and of Knowing the World. Sec. Sundry Little Accomplishments. Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk, Sipped brandy and water gayly. GEORGE COLMAN ("The Younger.")- Mynheer Vandunck. 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?— COWLEY — Anacreon II. Drinking.
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.— COWLEY — Anacreon II. Drinking.
When I got up to the Peacock-where I found everybody drinking hot punch in selfpreservation.— DICKENS — The Holly Tree Inn.
Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.— EMILY DICKINSON — Poems. XX.
(Ed. 1891.) And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.— HOMER — The Odyssey. Bk. XI. L.722.
Pope's trans.
If you'd dip in such joys, come-the better, the quicker!- But remember the fee for it suits not my ends To let you make havoc, scot free, with my liquor, As though I were one of your heavy-pursed friends. k. HORACE. Bk. IV. Ode XII. To Virgil. Trans. by Theo. Martin. Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.— BEN JONSON — Epigram CI.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.— BEN JONSON — Every Man in His Humour. Act II. Sc. 1.
Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars.— LONGFELLOW — Drinking Song. St. 8.
One sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams.— MILTON — Comus. L. 811.
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.— MILTON — L'Allegro. L. 100.
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. q. From The Myrtle and the Vine." A Complete Vocal Library. A Pot of Porter, Ho! They never taste who always drink.— PRIOR — On a Passage in the
Scaligerana. I drink no more than a sponge. S.— RABELAIS — Works. Bk. I. Ch. V.
Drink down all unkindness.— Shakespeare — Merry Wives of Windsor. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 203.
This bottle's the sun of our table, His beams are rosy wine; We planets that are not able Without his help to shine. и.— R. B. SHERIDAN — The Duenna. Act III. Sc. 5.
Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.— BISHOP STILL — Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act II.
I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood.— BISHOP STILL — Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act II.
While briskly to each patriot lip Walks eager round the inspiring flip; Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit The quintessence of public spirit!— JOHN TRUMBULL — Mc Fingal. Canto III. L. 21.
Drink, pretty creature, drink! C.— WORDSWORTH — The Pet Lamb.
For drink, there was beer which was very strong when not mingled with water, but was agreeable to those who were used to it. They drank this with a reed, out of the vessel that held the beer, upon which they saw the barley swim.— XENOPHON — Anabasis. Bk. IV. Ch. V.