Drinking Song
Y. B. Yeats

Beer comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.


W.K. Henley

I am beauty and love;

I am friendship, the comforter;

I am that which forgives and forgets.

The Spirit of the brewer's art.


G.K. Chesterton

Feast on beer or fast on water,
And your honor shall stand sure
If an angel out of heaven
Brings you something else to drink,
Thank him for his kind attentions,
Go and pour it down the sink.


D.C. Bianchino

A perfect pint of Guinness is
(Let me shed some light)

A perfect pint of poetry
Metaphorically it's right.

Guinness is a mood
Not prejudiced by class.

Waiting with a poem inside
Inside of every glass.

For each it has this mystery
Like the sea that calls one's name,

On a night when dark its fingers reach
Through foam and soul inflames,

And be it weather warm or chill
The thirst of one each glass will fill,

For none can match the essence still
That a perfect pint of Guinness will....

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