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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.]
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on read more
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.
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.
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.
Old Simon the cellarer keep a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
Old Simon the cellarer keep a rare store
Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.
So Noah, when he anchor'd safe on
The mountain's top, his lofty haven,
And all the passengers read more
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 number, on dry ground,
Of wretched mankind, one by one,
Than all the flood before had done.
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.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the
boughs thereof; now read more
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.