I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the
boughs thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the
vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that
goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to
speak.
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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!
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach
Who please, the more because they preach in vain,--
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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.
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.
I hang no ivie out to sell my wine;
The nectar of good wits will sell itself.
I hang no ivie out to sell my wine;
The nectar of good wits will sell itself.
Old Simon the cellarer keep a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
Old Simon the cellarer keep a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
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.
You cannot know wine by the barrell.
[You cannot know the wine by the barrel.]
You cannot know wine by the barrell.
[You cannot know the wine by the barrel.]
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
