Those partial to drink were hiding faults and dishonesty. They were sloppy souls, even the ones with pleasant manners and fine noses.
—Sarah Hall
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- But if at church they would give some ale And a pleasant fire our souls to regale.
- But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls
- His element is so fine Being sharpened by his death
- Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known
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- A pleasant aperitif, as well as a good chaser for a short quick whiskey
- Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall,
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