Intemperance Quotes

I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel,
but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should more

I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel,
but nothing wherefore. O 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 more

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! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest,
and the ingredient is a devil.

I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
more

I told you, sir, they were redhot with drinking;
So full of valor that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground,
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project.

(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
(Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught more

(Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
(Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught
above heat makes him a fool, the seconds mads him, and a third
drowns him.

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.

He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.

He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.

Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

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 more

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 more

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
more

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?