Quality of Writing

Tales versus facio, quale vinum bibo

The poetry I write is only as great as the wine I drink

Archipoeta, IV.50. My translation

Hock and Soda-water!

 I would to heaven that I were so much clay,  
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling—
Because at least the past were pass’d away—
And for the future—(but I write this reeling,  
Having got drunk exceedingly to-day,  
So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling)  
I say—the future is a serious matter—
And so—for God’s sake—hock and soda-water!

Lord Byron, On the Back of the Poet’s MS. of Canto I of Don Juan.