"Inebriate" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Francos (earnestly): But honored Sir, I fain would ask what bar It wast before which thou didst earnest plead? Gentlemen: Ha! Ha! Methinks a subtle humor finds Its home within the mind of him who rules. But in all truth the point were taken well, For Caesar, rumor saith, disdains the cup Which doth inebriate and thus befool The mind of him who at it tarries long. But Sire, the business which doth urge us here Is of great import to our party's needs. Francos: I pray thee, hasten to the point, for time Hath wings that bear us swiftly on. Gentleman: ...
— 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
... him down the street, but he remembers the danger, and makes a brave effort to pass a public-house. The mischief of the thing, however, is that there is another public-house in the street and passing it whets the latent appetite, and when he is making a brave dash past his own, some poor inebriate, coming out reluctantly, holds the door open, and the smell is too much for his new-born virtue. He will go in just for a moment to pass the time of day with his friend the publican and see his last brand of books, ...
— Books and Bookmen • Ian Maclaren
... will get on very well without me. But look to this, my master. Here we are very near the site of old Cremorne, and a part of the grounds over yonder is called Ranelagh. You have lights and bands, and subtle beverages, some of which will cheer but not inebriate,—and others that may possibly reverse the operation. Well, well, my portrait is not in your collection,—the best I can wish you is that you may keep your night fetes as select ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, 1890.05.10 • Various
... liquor" with a vengeance. But less lucky wine-bibbers need not be illogical as well as inebriate. ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 102, April 23, 1892 • Various
... them in what remains of a little barricaded and fortified hotel disputing away in rather a foolish fashion, because they were more or less inebriate and the sun had burned them badly. And speeding to my cache, I drew out my two blankets and my waterproof. While I had been forgetting other things, I had learned two new things—how to sleep and how to shoot—and now ...
— Indiscreet Letters From Peking • B. L. Putman Weale
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