One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

Wine transforms moles into eagles.

Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.