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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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.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whoever is
deceived thereby is not wise.
Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whoever is
deceived thereby is not wise.
A medium Vodka dry Martini--with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken
and not stirred.
A medium Vodka dry Martini--with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken
and not stirred.
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.
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.]
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the
service of man: that he may read more
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the
service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;
And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his
face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart.
"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."
When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, "That which
belongs to another."
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When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, "That which
belongs to another."
- Laertius Diogenes,
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.
