“But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross!” — George Arnold
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- Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale
- Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, and sing
- “Of all my favorite things to do, The utmost is to have a brew. My love grows for my foamy friend,
- If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim. — Ann Landers
- If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim.
- Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.
- Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas
- Gold is liquid sunlight frozen in time,
- An old Irish recipe for longevity: Leave the table hungry. Leave the bed sleepy. Leave the table thirsty.
- May their joys be as bright as the morning, and their sorrows but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.