Alkoholverbot in der Trinkermetropole des Nahen Ostens?
Ho! a cup, and fill it up, and tell me it is wine, For never will I drink in shade if I can drink in shine. Curst and poor is every hour that sober I must go, But rich am I whene’er well drunk I stagger to and fro. Speak, for shame, the loved one’s name, let vain disguises fall;…