And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,โthe more because they preach in vain,โ Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Lord ByronThe devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Lord Byron