Here’s to man–he is like a coal-oil lamp; he is not especially bright; he is often turned down; he generally smokes; and he frequently goes out at night.
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- Brew me a cup for a winter’s night. For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
- The night I turned twenty-two, I drank a shot for every year. I was so drunk
- “A drunken man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.”
- May you have warmth in you igloo, oil in you lamp, and peace in your heart.
- “One man’s moderation is another man’s bacchanal.”
- To the lamp of love – may it burn brightest in the darkest hours and never flicker in the winds of trial.
- Call frequently, Drink moderately,
- I never turned to drink. It seemed to turn to me.
- I never turned to drink. It seemed to turn to me.
- May their joys be as bright as the morning, and their sorrows but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.