For when the wine is in the wit is out. — Thomas Becon
For when the wine is in the wit is out. — Thomas Becon
For when the wine is in the wit is out. — Thomas Becon
For when the wine is in the wit is out. — Thomas Becon
For when the wine is in the wit is out. — Thomas Becon
Download Customize

For when the wine is in the wit is out.

— Thomas Becon
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
drink drinking drinkers

More “Drink” Quotes

i've had enough of this. if you'll excuse me, i'm going to find a tavern where i can pay an underdressed woman to sit it — Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake
I drank through the buzz of befuddlement into perfect clarity and out again into the blissful confusion of true intoxica — John Mole, It's All Greek to Me!: A Tale of a Mad Dog and an Englishman, Ruins, Retsina--and Real Greeks
Think about it. When you reach 18 you're no longer an underage drinker. This means that drinking is no longer an act of — Andre the BFG, Andre's Adventures in MySpace
What she liked the most about drinking was not being present, that feeling of self-evasion, of disconnection, of liberat — Laura Esquivel, Pierced by the Sun
The rows of empty jugs had multiplied with the speed of caged rabbits. — Daniel Polansky, The Builders
There was a sound in their voices which suggested rum. — Robert Louis Sevenson
Booze really was medicinal, after a near-death experience. Holding a drink in both hands and letting it corrode the topm — Charlie Jane Anders, All the Birds in the Sky
A near-fatal case of scurvy being the only reason I can imagine drinking something with grapefruit juice in it. — James S.A. Corey, Caliban's War
The more I drink the better I write and the more I write the better I drink. — Shawn Hatfield
More wine," Lightsong said, raising his cup."You can't get drunk, Your Grace," Llarimar noted. "Your body is immune to a — Brandon Sanderson, Warbreaker
You're the measure of my true decline. Your home isn't in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store. — Jerzy Pilch, The Mighty Angel
To be or not to be, fucked up on whiskey, that is the question. — Robert Black