Ply him hard as you will, through the live-long polar night, a wise man can not be made drunk.

Though, toward sunrise, his body may reel, it will reel round its center; and though he make many tacks in going home, he reaches it at last; while scores of over-plied fools are foundering by the way.

My lord, when wild with much thought, 'tis to wine I fly, to sober me; its magic fumes breathe over me like the Indian summer, which steeps all nature in repose.

To me, wine is no vulgar fire, no fosterer of base passions; my heart, ever open, is opened still wider; and glorious visions are born in my brain; it is then that I have all Mardi under my feet, and the constellations of the firmament in my soul." "Superb!" cried Yoomy.
"Pooh, pooh!" said Mohi, "who does not see stars at such times?
I see the Great Bear now, and the little one, its cub; and Andromeda, and Perseus' chain-armor, and Cassiopea in her golden chair, and the bright, scaly Dragon, and the glittering Lyre, and all the jewels in Orion's sword-hilt." "Ay," cried Media, "the study of astronomy is wonderfully facilitated by wine.

Fill up, old Ptolemy, and tell us should you discover a new planet.