"Tippled" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... tippled, tippled. Then I came along and set up my sign, Edmund Crabbe Hawtree, Esquire; no, we'll drop the last and stick to E. Crabbe without the Esquire, d——n it! Lord! what a mess I've made of it, and this rankles, ...
— Ringfield - A Novel • Susie Frances Harrison
... all the rest remain behind? If live you cannot as befits a man, Make room, at least, you may for those that can. You've frolicked, eaten, drunk to the content Of human appetite; 'tis time you went, Lest, when you've tippled freely, youth, that wears Its motley ...
— The Satires, Epistles, and Art of Poetry • Horace
... we sail from the East, Half-tippled at a rainbow feast. In the bright moonshine, while winds whistle loud, Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we fly, All racking along in a downy white cloud; And lest our leap from the sky prove too far, We slide on the back of a new falling star, And ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 2 (of 4) - Contributions To The Edinburgh Review • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... completely out of tune. He lost his appetite, became gaunt and haggard, and could get no sleep. Legions of blue-devils haunted him by day, and by night strange faces peeped through his bed-curtains, and the nightmare snorted in his ear. The worse he grew, the more he smoked and tippled; and the more he smoked and tippled,—why, as a matter of course, the worse he grew. His wife alternately stormed, remonstrated, entreated; but all in vain. She made the house too hot for him,—he ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume VII. (of X.) • Various
... like a flash of lightning from a sodden cloud; for the old "bear," faithful to his traditions, never went to bed without a nightcap, consisting of a couple of bottles of excellent old wine, which he "tippled down" of an evening, to use ...
— Eve and David • Honore de Balzac
... dolce far niente which seems to be the universal rule of Southern climates. They ate and drank and slept and snored; they made pastoral visits through the surrounding community which were far from edifying; they gambled, and tippled, and sang most unspiritual songs; and keeping all the while their own private pass-key to Paradise tucked under their girdles, were about as jolly a set of sailors to Eternity as the world had to show. In fact, the climate of Southern Italy and its gorgeous ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Volume 8, Issue 49, November, 1861 • Various
... Saturday money is slippery metal, And Saturday ale it is tipsy stuff At home the old woman is boiling her kettle, She thinks we don't know when we've tippled enough. We drink, and of never a man are we jealous, And never a man against us will he speak For who can be hard on a set of poor fellows Who only ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith
... dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's Canary wine? Or are fruits of Paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of venison? O generous food! Drest as though bold Robin Hood 10 Would, with his maid Marian, Sup and bowse from ...
— Keats: Poems Published in 1820 • John Keats |
