"In Scotland the species of barley called beer, or big, (hordeum hexastichon) is employed, which is a much more hardy... and ripens better in northern latitudes."

"In some northern countries of Europe a mixture of rye and barley is used. In the East Indies beer is frequently made of wheat; but the grain which answers best is common barley, because its germination is most easily conducted, and its farinaceous matter is more readily converted into saccharine matter than any other seed, and affords it in greater quantity."

"Different kinds of corn are employed... In Britain barley is the most common grain... In America it is not uncommon to make beer of Indian corn and sometimes of rice. In the interior of Africa... the holcus spicatus."

"All kinds of malt liquor contain a common identical principle... namely alcohol or spirit. They are of course weaker than wines, and in general more liable to become flat and acescent from this circumstance..."

"Two parts of London table beer may be considered equivalent in strength to one of ale."

"And broughte of mighty ale a large quart."

"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.""

"Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia."

"Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk, Sipped brandy and water gayly."

"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?"

"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."

"Let the farmer praise his grounds, Let the huntsman praise his hounds, The shepherd his dew scented lawn, But I more blessed than they, Spend each happy night and day With my charming little cruiskeen lan, lan, lan."

"Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love and a little for the bottle."

"When I got up to the Peacock—where I found everybody drinking hot punch in self-preservation."

"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."

"Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue."

"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."

"Come landlord fill a flowing bowl until it does run over, Tonight we will all merry be—tomorrow we'll get sober."

"Landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over: For to-night we'll merry be To-morrow we'll be sober."

"Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow."

"Tell me I hate the bowl? Hate is a feeble word; I loathe, abhor—my very soul and strong disgust is stirred Whene'er I see or hear or tell of the dark beverage of hell."

"It's a long time between drinks."

"Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out."

"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 wore one of your heavy-pursed friends."

"Well, as he brews, so shall he drink."

"Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink."

"Just a wee deoch-an-doris, just a wee yin, that's a'. Just a wee deoch-an-doris before we gang a-wa', There's a wee wifie waitin', in a wee but-an-ben; If you can say "It's a braw bricht moon-licht nicht Y're a 'richt ye ken."

"And I wish his soul in heaven may dwell, Who first invented this leathern bottel!"

"Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars."

"Myrtale often smells of wine, but, wise, With eating bay-leaves thinks it to disguise: So nott with water tempers the wine's heate, But covers it. Henceforth if her you meete With red face and swell'd veynes, modestly say, "Sure Myrtale hath drunk o' th' bayes today?""

"Attic honey thickens the nectar-like Falernian. Such drink deserves to be mixed by Ganymede."

"Let Nepos place Cæretan wine on table, and you will deem it Setine. But he does not give it to all the world; he drinks it only with a trio of friends."

"Provocarem ad Philippum, inquit, sed sobrium."

"One sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams."

"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."

"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."

"Inter pocula."

"There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul."

"They never taste who always drink."

"Je ne boy en plus qu'une esponge."

"Il y a plus de vieux ivrognes qu'il y a de vieux medecins."

"Die Limonade ist matt wie deine Seele — versuche!"

"Drink down all unkindness."

"Si bene commemini, causse sunt quinque bibendi; Hospitis adventus, prjesens sitis, atque futura, Aut vini bonitas, aut quaelibet altera causa."

"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."

"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."

"Absentem tedit cum ebrio qui litigat."

"While briskly to each patriot lip Walks eager round the inspiring flip; Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit The quintessence of public spirit!"

"We're gaily yet, we're gaily yet, And we're not very fow, but we're gaily yet; Then set ye awhile, and tipple a bit. For we's not very fow, but we're gaily yet."