no podemos ser lo que recordamos, ni nos atrevemos a pensar en lo que somos. - Lord Byron

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda water the day after.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk;
The best of life is but intoxication:
Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk
The hopes of all men, and of every nation;
Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk
Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion:
But to return — Get very drunk; and when
You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

I am at length joined to Bologna, where I am settled like a sausage.

For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.