Dance and Provencal song and, sunburnt mirth!
Oh for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene!
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth.
Filled with the wine
Of the vine
Benign
That flames so red in Sansavine.
When flowing cups pass swiftly round
With no allaying Thames.
least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no ivie bush.
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape,
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
If with water you fill up your glasses,
You'll never write anything wise;
For wine is the horse of Parnassus,
Which hurries a bard to the skies.
O Roman punch! O potent Curacoa!
O Maraschino! Maraschino O!
Delicious drams! Why have you not the art
To kill this gnawing Book-worm in my heart?
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter fruit.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute.
Vina paract animos, faciuntque coloribus aptos:
Cura fugit multo diluiturque mero.
Wine stimulates the mind and makes it quick with heat; care flees and is dissolved in much drink.
Magnum hoc vitium vino est,
Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.
This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler.
It has passed into a proverb, that wisdom is overshadowed by wine.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.
Proverbs. XX. 1.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red,
when it giveth his colour in the cup; ... at
the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like
an adder.
Proverbs. XXLTI. 31. 32.
Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
Psalms. CIV. 15.
We care not for money, riches, nor wealth;
Old sack is our money, old sack is our wealth.
Der Wein erfindet nichts, er schwatzt's nur aus.
Wine tells nothing, it only tattles.
Vinum incendit iram.
Wine kindles wrath.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying
Tiber in 't.
Give me a bowl of wine;
In this I bury all unkindness.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no
name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar
creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more
against it.
Give me a bowl of wine:
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
Like the best wine, . . . that goetb down
sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep
to speak.