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Thou sparkling bowl! thou sparkling bowl! Through lips of bards thy brim may press, And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll; And song and dance they power confess-- I will not touch thee; for there clings A scorpion to thy side that stings. - John Pierpont A drunkard is unprofitable for any kind of good service. - Plato (originally Aristocles} The bliss of the drunkard is a visible picture of the expectation of the dying atheist, who hopes no more than to lie down in the grave with the "beasts that perish." - Jane Porter I drank: I liked it not: 'twas rage, 'twas noise, An airy scene of transitory joys. In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl Would banish sorrow and enlarge the soul. - Matthew Prior Some folks are drunk, yet do hot know it. - Matthew Prior Beware of drunkenness, lest all good men beware of thee; where drunkenness reigns, there reason is an exile, virtue a stranger, God an enemy; blasphemy is wit, oaths are rhetoric, and secrets are proclamations. - Francis Quarles Of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but impair the soul--this demolishes her two chief faculties, the understanding and the will; other vices make their own way--this makes way for all vices; he that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice. - Francis Quarles It were better for a man to be subject to any vice than to drunkenness; for all other vanities and sins are recovered, but a drunkard will never shake off the delight of beastliness. - Sir Walter Raleigh (1) The longer it possesseth a man the more he will delight in it, and the older he groweth the more he shall be subject to it; for it dulleth the spirits, and destroyeth the body as ivy doth the old tree, or as the worm that engendereth in the kernal of the nut. - Sir Walter Raleigh (1) It weaks the brain, it spoils the memory, Hasting on age, and wilful poverty; It drowns thy better parts, making thy name To foes a laughter, to thy friends a shame. 'Tis virtue's poison, and the bane of trust, The match of wrath, the fuel unto lust. Quite leave this vice, and turn not to 't again, Upon presumption of a stronger brain; For he who holds more wine than others can, I rather count a hogshead than a man. - Thomas Randolph Drunkenness is not only the cause of crime, but it is crime; and if any encourage drunkenness for the sake of the profit derived from the sale of drink, they are guilty of a form of moral assassination as criminal as any that has ever been practiced by the braves of any country or of any age. - John Ruskin The sight of a drunkard is a better sermon against that vice than the best that was ever preached upon that subject. - John Faucit Saville O 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! - William Shakespeare Oli.--What's a drunken man like, fool? Clo.--Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman; one draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him. - William Shakespeare Those men who destroy a healthful constitution of body by intemperance and an irregular life do as manifestly kill themselves as those who hang or poison or drown themselves. - William Shakespeare People say, "Do not regard what he says now is in liquor." Perhaps it is the only time he ought to be regarded: Aperit prae cordia liber. - William Shenstone Let no company or respect ever draw you to excess in drink, for be you well assured, that if ever that possess you, you are instantly drunk to all the respects your friends will otherwise pay you, and shall by unequal staggering paces go to your grave with confusion of face, as well in them that love you as in yourself; and, therefore abhor all company that might entice you that way. - Thomas Wentworth, 1st Earl of Strafford (Lord Strafford) The axe of intemperance has lopped off his green boughs and left him a withered trunk. - Jonathan Swift A monster such as never ranged African thicket or Hindustan jungle hath traced this land, and with bloody maw hath strewn the continent with the mangled carcasses of whole generations; and there are tens of thousands of fathers and mothers who could hold up the garment of their slain boy, truthfully exclaiming, "It is my son's coat; that evil beast, Intemperance, hath devoured him. - Thomas De Witt Talmage Almighty God! If it be thy will that man should suffer, whatever seemeth good in thy sight impose upon me. Let the bread of affliction be given to me to eat. Take from me the friends of my confidence. Let the cold hut of poverty be my dwelling-place and the wasting hand of disease inflict its painful torments. Let me sow in the whirlwind and reap in the storm. Let those have me in derision who are younger than I. Let the passing away of my welfare be like the fleeting of a cloud and the shouts of my enemies like the rushing of waters. When I anticipate good, let evil annoy me. When I look for light, let darkness come upon me. Do all this, but save me, merciful God! Save me from the fate of a drunkard! - Thomas De Witt Talmage As long as you make drinking respectable, drinking customs will prevail, and the plowshare of death, drawn by terrible disasters, will go on turning up this whole continent, from end to end, with the long, deep, awful furrow of drunkards' graves. - Thomas De Witt Talmage Drunkenness! Does it not jingle the burglar's key? Does it not whet the assassin's knife? Does it not cock the highwayman's pistol? Does it not wave the incendiary's torch? Does it not send the physician reeling into the sickroom; and the minister with his tongue thick into the pulpit? id not an exquisite poet, from the very top of his fame, fall a gibbering sot, into the gutter, on his way to be married to one of the fairest daughters of New England, and at the very hour the bride was decking herself for the altar; and did he not die of delirium tremens, almost unattended, in a hospital? Tamerlane asked for one hundred and sixty thousand skulls with which to build a pyramid to his own honor. He got the skulls, and built the pyramid. But if the bones of all those who have fallen as a prey to dissipation could be piled up, it would make a vaster pyramid. - Thomas De Witt Talmage If a man is right, all the bombardment of the world for five, ten, twenty, forty years will only strengthen him in his position. So that all you have to do is to keep yourself right. Never mind the world. Let it say what it will. It can do you no damage. But as soon as it is whispered "he drinks," and it can be proved, he begins to go down. What clerk can get a position with such a reputation? What store wants him? What Church of God wants him for a member? What dying man wants him for an executor? "He drinks!" - Thomas De Witt Talmage Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher? - Thomas De Witt Talmage The costliest thing on earth is the drunkard's song. It costs ruin of body. It costs ruin of mind. It costs ruin of soul. Go right down among the residential streets of any city and you can find once beautiful and luxurious homesteads that were expended in this destructive music. The lights have gone out in the drawing-room the pianos have ceased the pulsation of their keys, the wardrobe has lost its last article of appropriate attire. The Belshazzarean feast has left nothing but the broken pieces of the crushed chalices. There it stands, the ghastliest thing on earth, the remnant of a drunkard's home. The costliest thing on earth is sin. The most expensive of all music is the Song of the Drunkards. It is the highest tariff of nations--not a protective tariff, but a tariff of doom, a tariff of woe, a tariff of death. - Thomas De Witt Talmage Displaying page 2 of 3 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 [2] 3
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