Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The Convivial Book - Ye've Often, For Our Drunkenness,

Blamed us in ev'ry way, And, in abuse of drunkenness, Enough can never say. Men, overcome by drunkenness, Are wont to lie till day; And yet I find my drunkenness All night-time make me stray; For, oh! 'tis Love's sweet drunkenness That maketh me its prey, Which night and day, and day and night, My heart must needs obey,-- A heart that, in its drunkenness, Pours forth full many a lay, So that no trifling drunkenness Can dare assert its sway. Love, song, and wine's sweet drunkenness, By night-time and by day,-- How god-like is the drunkenness That maketh me its prey!