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

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

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

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

Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
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Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!

Sing! Who sings
To her who weareth a hundred rings?
Ah, who is this lady fine?
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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.

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires
The young, makes Weariness forget his toil,
And Fear read more

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.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
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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.

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
- Richard Crashaw,

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
- Richard Crashaw,

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

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

The wine in the bottell doth not quench thirst.
[The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.]

The wine in the bottell doth not quench thirst.
[The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.]