If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the imminent night
Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.
Wine makes every meal an occasion, every table more elegant, every day more civilized.
Wine is a living liquid containing no preservatives. Its life cycle comprises youth, maturity, old age, and death. When not treated with reasonable respect it will sicken and die.
When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul, gives being to our hopes, bids the coward flight, drives dull care away, and teaches new means for the accomplishment of our wishes.
To take wine into your mouth is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
Where there is no wine there is no love.
The peoples of the Mediterranean began to emerge from barbarism when they learned to cultivate the olive and the vine.
A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover.
Life's too short to drink bad wine or smoke poor cigars.
It is better to hide ignorance, but it is hard to do this when we relax over wine.
When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.
It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth (In Vino Veritas).
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.
Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
One of the disadvantages of wine is that it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.
I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often, but I'm well preserved.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
Seamen three! what men be ye?
Gotham's three Wise Men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine,
And our ballast is old wine.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
Either give me more wine or leave me alone.
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