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by Robert Herrick

TO YOUTH

 Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.


by Emily Dickinson

I could not drink it Sweet

 I could not drink it, Sweet,
Till You had tasted first,
Though cooler than the Water was
The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.


by Dorothy Parker

The Flaw In Paganism

 Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.
)


by Alan Dugan

Elegy

 I know but will not tell
you, Aunt Irene, why there
are soap suds in the whiskey:
Uncle Robert had to have
A drink while shaving.


by Robert Burns

505. Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson Brewer

 HERE Brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct,
 And empty all his barrels:
He’s blest—if, as he brew’d, he drink,
 In upright, honest morals.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Thought

 It is very nice to think 
The world is full of meat and drink, 
With little children saying grace 
In every Christian kind of place.


by Mother Goose

Cross Patch


Cross patch, draw the latch,
  Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup and drink it up,
  Then call your neighbors in.


by Omar Khayyam

Arise! and come, and of thy courtesy

Arise! and come, and of thy courtesy
Resolve my weary heart's perplexity,
And fill my goblet, so that I may drink,
Or e'er they make their goblets out of me.


by Omar Khayyam

Why spend life in vainglorious essay

Why spend life in vainglorious essay
All Being and Not-being to survey?
Since Death is ever pressing at your heels,
'Tis best to drink or dream your life away.


by Omar Khayyam

Though I drink wine, I am no libertine,

Though I drink wine, I am no libertine,
Nor am I grasping, save of cups of wine;
I scruple to adore myself, like you;
For this cause to wine-worship I incline.


by Omar Khayyam

In drinking thus it is not my design

In drinking thus it is not my design
To riot, or transgress the law divine,
No! to attain unconsciousness of self
Is the sole cause I drink me drunk with wine.


by Edward Lear

There was an old man of Dumbree

There was an old man of Dumbree,
Who taught little owls to drink tea;
For he said, "To eat mice is not proper or nice,"
That amiable man of Dumbree.


by Omar Khayyam

A Shaikh beheld a harlot, and quoth he,

A Shaikh beheld a harlot, and quoth he,
«You seem a slave to drink and lechery»;
And she made answer, «What I seem I am,
But, Master, are you all you seem to be?»


by Omar Khayyam

Now Ramazan is come, no wine must flow,

Now Ramazan is come, no wine must flow,
Our simple pastimes we must now forego,
The wine we have in store we must not drink,
Nor on our mistresses one kiss bestow.


by Omar Khayyam

O City Mufti, you go more astray

O City Mufti, you go more astray
Than I do, though to wine I do give way;
I drink the blood of grapes, you that of men:
Which of us is the more bloodthirsty, pray?


by Omar Khayyam

'Tis well to drink, and leave anxiety

'Tis well to drink, and leave anxiety
For what is past, and what is yet to be;
Our prisoned spirits, lent us for a day,
A while from season's bondage shall go free!


by Omar Khayyam

The moon of Ramazan is risen, see!

The moon of Ramazan is risen, see!
Alas, our wine must henceforth banished be;
Well! on Sha'ban's last day I'll drink enough
To keep me drunk till Bairam's jubilee.


by Omar Khayyam

Last night that idol who enchants my heart,

Last night that idol who enchants my heart,
With true desire to elevate my heart,
Gave me his cup to drink; when I refused,
He said, «Oh, drink to gratify my heart!»


by Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Troy

There was an Old Person of Troy,
Whose drink was warm brandy and soy,
Which he took with a spoon, by the light of the moon,
In sight of the city of Troy.


by Omar Khayyam

'Tis well in reputation to abide,

'Tis well in reputation to abide,
'Tis shameful against heaven to rail and chide;
Still, head had better ache with over drink,
Than be puffed up with Pharisaic pride!


by Omar Khayyam

Bring forth that ruby gem of Badakhshan,

Bring forth that ruby gem of Badakhshan,
That heart's delight, that balm of Turkistan;
They say 'tis wrong for Musulmen to drink,
But ah! where can we find a Musulman?


by Omar Khayyam

Dark wheel! how many lovers thou hast slain,

Dark wheel! how many lovers thou hast slain,
Like Mahmud and Ayaz, O inhumane!
Come, let us drink, thou grantest not two lives,
When one is spent, we find it not again.


by Omar Khayyam

The more I die to self, I live the more,

The more I die to self, I live the more,
The more abase myself, the higher soar;
And, strange! the more I drink of Being's wine,
More sane I grow and sober than before.


by Omar Khayyam

True I drink wine, like every man of sense,

True I drink wine, like every man of sense,
For I know Allah will not take offence;
Before time was, He knew that I should drink,
And who am I to thwart His prescience?


by Omar Khayyam

To-day when fortune's rose is burgeoning, fill high the

To-day when fortune's rose is burgeoning, fill high the
cup. Drink deep, O friend, drink deep, for time is not
thy friend or ever willingly repeats a day like this.
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