Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
Life's too short to drink bad wine or smoke poor cigars.
I am falser than vows made in wine.
If all be true that I do think, There are five reasons we should drink: Good wine - a friend - or being dry - Or lest we should be by and by - Or any other reason why.
Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine
The older I get, the better I used to be.
I have lived temperately....I double the doctor's recommendation of a glass and a half wine each day and even treble it with a friend.
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.
Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.
Give me a bowl of wine,
In this I bury all unkindness.
One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
You Too? I thought I was the only one.
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality:
All is but toys; renown, and grace is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
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