Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius better discerning.

Oliver Goldsmith (1730-1774)


Too much work, and no vacation,
Deserves at least a small libation.
So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses;
Work's the curse of the drinking classes.

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)


In the middle of the
flowering grove,
one jug of beer.
Drinking alone
- no friends or family near -

I raise my cup,
invite the moon to join me.
Counting my shadow,
we're a party of three.
But moon's a lightweight,
doesn't know how to drink,
And shadow simply matches me
cup for cup.

For now, though, they'll do just fine, I think.
Spring is here, my friends! Let's live it up.

Li Bai

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