Wine is Fine But Whiskey is Quicker - As Proven on Macbeth

So foul and fair a day I have not seen,
Tis day and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp,
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock,
It will be rain tonight, let it come down,
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame?
This place is too cold for hell,
Drink, sir, is a great provoker.

We delight in physics pain,
Something wicked this way comes,
A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd and kill'd
And Duncan's horses-
'Tis said they eat each other
Drink, sir, is a great provoker

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
Art thou not fatal vision
Or art thou but the dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Drink, sir, is a great provoker.

Avaunt! and quit my sight!
Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold,
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes,
That look not like inhabitants o' the earth,
You should be women and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so,
Drink, sir is a great provoker.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker,
Marry, sir, nose painting, sleep, and urine,
Lechery, sir, it provokes and unprovokes:
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
Drink, sir, is a great provoker!