WINE AND SPIRITS WINE AND SPIRITS
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after. Byron—Don 'Juan. Canto II. St. 178. </poem>
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Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil,
And Fear her danger; opens a new world
When this, the present, palls.
Byron—Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 1.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
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| work = Sweet Things. St. 5.
Sing! Who sings
To her who weareth a hundred rings?
Ah, who is this lady fine?
The Vine, boys, the Vine!
The mother of the mighty Wine,
A roamer is she
O'er wall and tree
And sometimes very good company.
Barry Cornwall—A Bacchanalian Song.
i ' Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then- 'tis your country bids!
| author = Cowper
| work = The Task.
| place = Bk. IV. L. 504.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
Crashaw—Translation of His Own Epigram
on the Miracle of Cana. St. John's Gospel.
Ch. II. '
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| text ="It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon."
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| text = <poem>When asked what wines he liked to drink he
replied, "That which belongs to another."
Diogenes Laerttus—IAves and Opinions
of Eminent Philosophers. Diogenes. VI.
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| text = Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching
through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffered no savor of the earth to escape.
Emerson—Bacchus. St. 1.
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
Gay—Fables. Pt. II. Fable 6.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain.
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius a better discerning.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = She Stoops to Conquer. Act I.
Sc. 1. Song.
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Call things by their right names * * *
Glass of brandy and water! That is the current, but not the appropriate name; ask for a
glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.
Robert Hall. Gregory's Life of Hall. Vol.
I. P. 59.
The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
You cannot know wine by the barrel.
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| text = Sparkling and bright, in liquid light.
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
Charles Fenno Hoffman—Sparkling and
Bright.
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 520
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Nunc vino pellite curas.
Now drown care in wine.
Horace—Carmina. I. 7.
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Vino diffugiunt mordaces curse.
By wine eating cares are put to flight.
Adapted from Horace—Carmina. I. 18.
and 7. 31.
Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem
crepat?
Who prates of war or want after his wine?
Horace—Carmina. I. 18. 5.
Spes donare novas largus, amaraque
Curarum eluere efficax.
Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to
drown the bitterness of cares.
Horace—Carmina. IV. 12. 19.
Foecundi calices quern non fecere disertum.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent.
Horace—Epistles. I. 5. 19.
As for the brandy, "nothing extenuate"; and
the water, put nought in in malice.
Douglas Jerrold—Jerrold's Wit. Shakespeare Grog.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but
he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Boswell's Life of Johnson.
(1779)
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| text = <poem>But that which most doth take my muse and me,
Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine,
Which is the mermaid's now, but shall be mine.
Ben Jonson—Epigram CI.
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| num = | text = <poem>Wine it is the milk of Venus,
And the poet's horse accounted: Ply it and you all are mounted. Ben Jonson. From lines over the door of the "Apollo." Wine to the poet is" a winged steed: Those who drink water come but little speed. From the Greek Anthology. •
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