Fill every beaker up, my men, pour forth the cheering wine:
There's life and strength in every drop,--thanksgiving to the vine!
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.
Then fill to-night, with hearts as light
To loves as gay and fleeting
As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim
And break on the lips while meeting.
Across the walnuts and the wine.
Then sing as Martin Luther sang,
As Doctor Martin Luther sang,
"Who loves not wine, woman and song,
He is a fool his whole life long."
Say not "a small event!" Why "small"?
Costs it more pain that this ye call
A "great event" should come to pass
From that? Untwine me from the mass
Of deeds which make up life, one deed
Power shall fall short in or exceed!
The king can drink the best of wine--
So can I;
And has enough when he would dine--
So have I;
And can not order rain or shine--
Nor can I.
Then where's the difference--let me see--
Betwixt my lord the king and me?
With years a richer life begins,
The spirit mellows:
Ripe age gives tone to violins,
Wine, and good fellows.
Youk'n hide de fier, but w'at you gwine do wid de smoke?
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.
Bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart.
You need not hang up the ivy-branch over the wine that will sell.
It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth.
When asked what wine he liked to drink, he replied, "That which belongs to another."
On one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine-cooler, and said that it was sixteen years old. "It is very small for its age," said Gnathæna.
If on my theme I rightly think,
There are five reasons why men drink,--
Good wine, a friend, because I 'm dry,
Or lest I should be by and by,
Or any other reason why.
Who does not love wine, women, and song
Remains a fool his whole life long.
Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.
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.
Like the best wine,... that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I have trodden the wine-press alone.
Forsake not an old friend, for the new is not comparable unto him. A new friend is as new wine: when it is old thou shalt drink it with pleasure.
Neither cast ye your pearls before swine.
Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.