Wine
Good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
Othello—II. 3.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee—devil!… O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Othello—II. 3.
Not a man, for being simply man,Hath any honor; but honor for those honorsThat are without him, as place, riches, favor,Prizes of accident as oftas merit;Which when they fall, as being slippery standers,The love that leaned on them, as slippery too,Do one pluck down another, and togetherDie in the fall. But ’tis not so with me.