The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.

Our Appetites, Of One Or Another Kind, Are Excellent Spurs To Our Reason, Which Might Otherwise But Feebly Set About The Great Ends Of Preserving And Continuing The Species.

A Child's Nature Is Too Serious A Thing To Admit Of Its Being Regarded As A Mere Appendage To Another Being.

Oh Call It By Some Better Name, For Friendship Sounds Too Cold.

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.