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Eubulus Greek poet on wine
'Three bowls only do I mix for the temperate: one to health, the second to love and pleasure, the third to sleep. The fourth bowl is ours no longer, but belongs to violence; the fifth to uproar, the sixth to drunken revel, the seventh to black eyes, the eigth is the policeman's, the ninth belongs to billiousness, and the tenth to madness and hurling the furniture'
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