A Quote by George Farquhar

I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale. — © George Farquhar
I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.
Good ale, the true and proper drink of Englishmen. He is not deserving of the name of Englishman who speaketh against ale, that is good ale.
It is plain and demonstrable, that much ale is not good for Yankee, and operates differently upon them from what it does upon a Briton; ale must be drank in a fog and a drizzle.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
"What is your best, your very best, ale a glass?" "Two pence halfpenny," says the landlord, "is the price of the Genuine Stunning Ale." "Then," says I, producing the money, "just draw me a glass of the Genuine Stunning, if you please, with a good head on it."
It is better to think of church in the ale-house than to think of the ale-house in church.
Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man. Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world's not.
Kartik places a sovereign in the lady's cup, and I know that it's likely all he has. "Why did you do that?" I ask. He kicks a rock on the ground, balancing it nimbly between his feet like a ball. "She needed it." Father says it isn't good to give money to beggers. They'll only spend it unwisely on drink or other pleasures. "She might buy ale with it." He shrugs. "Then she'll have ale. It isn't the pound that matters; it's the hope...I know what it's like to fight for things that others take for granted.
Saint George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon he drank a pint of English ale out of an English flagon.
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
It's a fair wind that blew men to ale.
And brought of mighty ale a large quart.
Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.
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