Wine

"When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, "That which belongs to another.""

"As for the brandy, "nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice."

"Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store Of Malmsey and Malvoisie."

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon."

"You cannot know wine by the barrel."

"Fœcundi calices quem non fecere disertum."

"What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything,—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree."

"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."

"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."

"The conscious water saw its God and blushed."

"Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning."

"Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table."

"Nunc vino pellite curas."

"Spes donare novas largus, amaraque Curarum eluere efficax."

"No man also having drunk old wine straightway desireth new: for he saith, The old is better."

"Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read!—Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things."

"I love everything that 's old,—old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine."

"I hang no ivie out to sell my wine; The nectar of good wits will sell itself."

"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."

"So Noah, when he anchor'd safe on The mountain's 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 overwhelm'd and drown'd Far greater numbers, on dry ground, Of wretched mankind, one by one, Than all the flood before had done."

"Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels."

"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."

"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."

"From wine what sudden friendship springs?"

"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."

"The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst."

"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."

"And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile."

"Vino diffugiunt mordaces curæ."

"Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?"

"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."

"Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that 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."

"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."

"Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape, Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine."

"Clare takes a mouthful, swallows it in a businesslike fashion, and says, “Well, that’s not so bad.” “That’s a twenty-something-dollar bottle of wine.” “Oh. Well, that was marvelous.”"

"Instead of Dresden, chance brought us to the Rhine, and we took advantage of the opportunity and travelled along the Rhine with steamer. Just think of the places we passed! Past Hochheim, where there's Hochheimer wine, past Rüdesheim, where there's Rüdesheimer wine, past Johannisberg, where there's Johannisberger wine, and then there's Markobrunn, where there's Markobrunner wine: how could we not have a drink? So we drank some Rhine wine and composed a song about it, which we'll send you soon."

"A singer in a smoky room; the smell of wine and cheap perfume."

"Vinum bonum laetificat cor hominis."

"In vino veritas."

"“They say wine will kill you slowly.” He nodded his head solemnly. “But that’s all right, we’re in no hurry.”"

"A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't."

"Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me, nor a man cannot make him laugh. But that’s no marvel: he drinks no wine. There’s never none of these demure boys come to any proof, for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and making many fish meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness; and then when they marry, they get wenches. They are generally fools and cowards, which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a twofold operation in it: it ascends me into the brain, dries me there all the foolish and dull and cruddy vapors which environ it, makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which, delivered o’er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is the warming of the blood, which before, cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity and cowardice; but the sherris warms it, and makes it course from the inwards to the parts’ extremes. It illumineth the face, which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm; and then the vital commoners and inland petty spirits muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage. And this valour comes of sherris. So that skill in the weapon is nothing without sack, for that sets it awork; and learning a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil, till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant, for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father he hath, like lean, sterile and bare land, manured, husbanded and tilled with excellent endeavour of drinking good and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations, and to addict themselves to sack."

"... good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people."

"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."

"Drink no longer water but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and thine often infirmities."

"Men to whom wine had brought death long before lay by springs of wine and drank still, too stupefied to know their lives were past."

"Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy."