The giant, gorg'd with flesh, and wine, and blood,
Lay stretch'd at length, and snoring in his den,
Belching raw gobbets from his maw, o'ercharg'd
With purple wine and cruddled gore confus'd.
-- Joseph Addison
Thrice I brought and gave it him, and thrice he drained it in his folly. . . . and reeling fell upon his back, and lay there with his thick neck bent
aslant, and sleep, that conquers all, laid hold on him. And from his
gullet came forth wine and bits of human flesh, and he vomited in his
drunken sleep.
-- Homer, Odyssey 9.360, 370
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.
-- Proverbs 20:1
