Drunk I was, I was over-drunk, at that cunning Fjalar’s. It’s the best drunkenness, when every one after it regains his reason.
Ölr ek varð varð ofrölvi at hins fróða Fjalars því er ölðr bazt at aptr of heimtir hverr sitt geð gumi
Havamal: 14, Gestaþáttr