Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.