|I hang no ivie out to sell my wine;|
The nectar of good wits will sell itself.
AllotEnglands Parnassus. Sonnet to the Reader.
|Firm and erect the Caledonian stood;|
Sound was his mutton, and his claret good;
Let him drink port! the English statesman cried:
He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
Anon. In Dodds Epigrammatists. (1870).
|Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store|
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
G. W. BellamySimon the Cellarer.
|John Barleycorn was a hero bold,|
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
Twill make your courage rise,
Twill make a man forget his wo;
Twill heighten all his joy.
BurnsJohn Barleycorn. St. 13.
|So Noah, when he anchord safe on|
The mountains top, his lofty haven,
And all the passengers he bore
Were on the new world set ashore,
He made it next his chief design
To plant and propagate a vine,
Which since has overwhelmd and drownd
Far greater numbers, on dry ground,
Of wretched mankind, one by one,
Than all the flood before had done.
ButlerSatire Upon Drunkenness. L. 105.
|Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach|
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
ByronDon Juan. Canto II. St. 178.
|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.
ByronSardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 1.
|Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.|
ByronSweet 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
Oer wall and tree
And sometimes very good company.
Barry CornwallA Bacchanalian Song.
| Ten thousand casks,|
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touchd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then; tis your country bids!
CowperThe Task. Bk. IV. L. 504.
|The conscious water saw its God and blushed.|
CrashawTranslation of His Own Epigram on the Miracle of Cana. St. Johns Gospel. Ch. II.
| It wasnt the wine, murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, it was the salmon.|
DickensPickwick Papers. Ch. VIII.
| When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, That which belongs to another.|
Diogenes LaertiusLives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers. Diogenes. VI. Yonges trans.
|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.
EmersonBacchus. St. 1.
|From wine what sudden friendship springs?|
GayFables. 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.
GoldsmithShe Stoops to Conquer. Act I. Sc. 1. Song.
| 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. Gregorys Life of Hall. Vol. I. P. 59.
|The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.|
|Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.|
|You cannot know wine by the barrel.|
|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 HoffmanSparkling and Bright.
|And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,|
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
HomerOdyssey. Bk. XIV. L. 520. Popes trans.
|Nunc vino pellite curas.|
Now drown care in wine.
HoraceCarmina. I. 7. 32.
|Vino diffugiunt mordaces curæ.|
By wine eating cares are put to flight.
Adapted from HoraceCarmina. I. 18. 4; and 7. 31.
| Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?|
Who prates of war or want after his wine?
HoraceCarmina. I. 18. 5.
|Spes donare novas largus, amaraque|
Curarum eluere efficax.
Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares.
HoraceCarmina. IV. 12. 19.
|Fcundi calices quem non fecere disertum.|
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent.
HoraceEpistles. I. 5. 19.
| As for the brandy, nothing extenuate; and the water, put nought in in malice.|
Douglas JerroldJerrolds Wit. Shakespeare Grog.
| Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.|
Samuel JohnsonBoswells Life of Johnson. (1779).
|But that which most doth take my muse and me,|
Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine,
Which is the mermaids now, but shall be mine.
Ben JonsonEpigram CI.
|Wine it is the milk of Venus,|
And the poets 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 wingéd steed: / Those who drink water come but little speed. From the Greek Anthology.
|Dance and Provençal 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.
KeatsOde to a Nightingale.
|There is a devil in every berry of the grape.|
| Filled with the wine|
Of the vine
That flames so red in Sansavine.
LongfellowHyperion. Ch. VIII. (Quoted.)
|When flowing cups pass swiftly round|
With no allaying Thames.
Richard LovelaceTo Althea from Prison. II.
| Things of greatest profit are set forth with least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no ivie bush.|
LylyEuphues. A. 3.
| The produce of the vineyards has not failed everywhere, Ovidius. The heavy rains have been productive. Coranus made up a hundred jars by means of the water.|
MartialEpigrams. Bk. IX. Ep. 98.
|Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape,|
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
MiltonComus. II. 46.
|If with water you fill up your glasses,|
Youll never write anything wise;
For wine is the horse of Parnassus,
Which hurries a bard to the skies.
|O Roman punch! O potent Curaçoa!|
O Maraschino! Maraschino O!
Delicious drams! Why have you not the art
To kill this gnawing Book-worm in my heart?
MooreTwopenny Post Bag. See Appendix, Letter VII.
| Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape|
Than sadden after none, or bitter fruit.
Omar KhayyamRubaiyat. FitzGeralds trans. St. 54.
|The Grape that can with Logic absolute|
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice
Lifes leaden metal into Gold transmute.
Omar KhayyamRubaiyat. FitzGeralds trans. St. 59.
|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.
OvidArs Amatoria. Bk. I. 237.
| 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.
PlautusPseudolus. Act V. 1. 5.
| It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth.|
Pliny the ElderNatural History. Bk. XIV. Sec. XIV.
|In proverbium cessit, sapientiam vino adumbrari.|
It has passed into a proverb, that wisdom is overshadowed by wine.
Pliny the ElderHistoria Naturalis. XXIII. 23. 1.
|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. XXIII. 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.
Thomas RandolphThe Praise of Old Sack.
|Der Wein erfindet nichts, er schwatzts nur aus.|
Wine tells nothing, it only tattles.
SchillerPiccolomini. IV. 7. 42.
|Vinum incendit iram.|
Wine kindles wrath.
SenecaDe Ira. Bk. II. 19.
| A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in t.|
Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 52.
| Give me a bowl of wine;|
In this I bury all unkindness.
Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 158.
| O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!|
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 283.
| Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.|
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 313.
| Give me a bowl of wine:|
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 72.
| Like the best wine,
that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.|
Song of Solomon. VII. 9.
|Day and night my thoughts incline|
To the blandishments of wine,
Jars were made to drain, I think;
Wine, I know, was made to drink.
R. H. StoddardA Jar of Wine.
| You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.|
|When the wines in, murder will out.|
| Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomachs sake.|
I Timothy. V. 23.
| He has had a smack of every sort of wine, from humble port to Imperial Tokay.|
Rev. James TownleyHigh Life below Stairs.
|The hop for his profit I thus do exalt,|
It strengtheneth drink, and it favoureth malt:
And being well brewed, long kept it will last,
And drawing abideif you draw not too fast.
TusserFive Hundred Points of Good Husbandrie. A Lesson When and Where to Plant a Good Hop-Yard. Ch. XLIII.
|And must I wholly banish hence|
These red and golden juices,
And pay my vows to Abstinence,
That pallidest of Muses?
William WatsonTo a Maiden who bade me shun Wine.