Albert-Henri de Sallengre, Ebrietatis Encomium
“ You know, dear Thirsis, and full well you know,To wine this privilege we owe,It stifles all those sad invading caresWhich irksome chagrin ever wears. This sprightful liquid makes us brisk and gay,And drives effectually awayThose thoughts vexatious that surprise our soul,And makes us cherish the full bowl.Seneca, whom I have mentioned in the foregoing chapter, confirms what has been said, “Sometimes,” says he, “one must go even so far as drunkenness; not, indeed, that it may drown us, but drown our cares: for drunkenness washes away care, and moves the very bottom of the soul. ”
