Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that
I do not see any dreams!

I am drunk in your love, Lala;
give me the cup to drink from your lips.
I am drunk with your love,
and that love gives me excitement.

I drank so much booze I was bamboozled. Alcohol makes my mind as discombobulated as love makes my heart. I’d sure appreciate it if you poured me a large glass of romance.

I want to brag a little. I am dizzy,
under the influence of wine, which makes
even the wisest people sing and giggle,
and dance, and say things best not spoken.

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.

excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.

All learned, and all drunk!

I was drunk and tired and happy. More than happy: delighted. Proud of myself — not just for making the bread, but for sharing it, and for making a few friends, even if they were all programmers and Loises. Maybe programmers and Loises are all you need.

When next he came to me he was drunk—royally drunk on many poets for the first time revealed to him. His pupils were dilated, his words tumbled over each other, and he wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of emperors.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

What drunkenness is this that brings me hope

It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.