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And no man putteth new wine into old bottles: else the new wine doth burst the bottles, and the wine is spilled, and the bottles will be marred: but new wine must be put into new bottles.
— Wine
And no man putteth new wine into old bottles: else the new wine doth burst the bottles, and the wine is spilled, and the bottles will be marred: but new wine must be put into new bottles.
And the vine said unto them, Shoult I leave my wine, which cheereth God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees?
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape,Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
Clare takes a mouthful, swallows it in a businesslike fashion, and says, “Well, that’s not so bad.”“Oh. Well, that was marvelous.”
Vinum bonum laetificat cor hominis.
“They say wine will kill you slowly.” He nodded his head solemnly. “But that’s all right, we’re in no hurry.”
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.
Give me a bowl of wine;In this I bury all unkindness.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.
Give me a bowl of wine:Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.
Drink no longer water but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and thine often infirmities.
Men to whom wine had brought death long before lay by springs of wine and drank still, too stupefied to know their lives were past.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,—old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
No man also having drunk old wine straightway desireth new: for he saith, The old is better.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preachSermons and soda-water the day after.
Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read!—Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things.
What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything,—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.
I love everything that 's old,—old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
I hang no ivie out to sell my wine;The nectar of good wits will sell itself.
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood;He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare storeOf Malmsey and Malvoisie.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,'Twill heighten all his joy.
So Noah, when he anchor'd safe onThan all the flood before had done.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspiresWhen this, the present, palls.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Sing! Who singsAnd sometimes very good company.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
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."
Bring me wine, but wine which never grewSuffered no savor of the earth to escape.
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,Gives genius a better discerning.
Call things by their right names * * * Glass of brandy and water! That is the current, but not the appropriate name; ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.
The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.
Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
You cannot know wine by the barrel.
Sparkling and bright, in liquid light,Which a bee would choose to dream in.
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
As for the brandy, "nothing extenuate"; and the water, put nought in in malice.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
But that which most doth take my muse and me,Which is the mermaid's now, but shall be mine.
Wine it is the milk of Venus,Ply it and you all are mounted.
Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth!And purple-stained mouth.
There is a devil in every berry of the grape.
Filled with the wineThat flames so red in Sansavine.
When flowing cups pass swiftly roundWith no allaying Thames.
Things of greatest profit are set forth with least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no ivie bush.
The produce of the vineyards has not failed everywhere, Ovidius. The heavy rains have been productive. Coranus made up a hundred jars by means of the water.
If with water you fill up your glasses,Which hurries a bard to the skies.
O Roman punch! O potent Curaçoa!To kill this gnawing Book-worm in my heart?
Better be jocund with the fruitful GrapeThan sadden after none, or bitter fruit.
The Grape that can with Logic absoluteLife's leaden metal into Gold transmute.
It has become quite a common proverb that in wine there is truth.
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.
It is not for kings, O Lemuel-- not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer, lest they drink and forget what the law decrees, and deprive all the oppressed of their rights. Give beer to those who are perishing, wine to those who are in anguish; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.
Wine that maketh glad the heart of man.
We care not for money, riches, nor wealth;Old sack is our money, old sack is our wealth.
Like the best wine,… that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Day and night my thoughts inclineWine, I know, was made to drink.
Wine in excess is a snare for the fool; it lessens strength and multiplies wounds.
You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.
When the wine's in, murder will out.
He has had a smack of every sort of wine, from humble port to Imperial Tokay.
The hop for his profit I thus do exalt,And drawing abide—if you draw not too fast.
And must I wholly banish henceThat pallidest of Muses?
If all be true that I do think,Or any other reason why.
When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Jeremiah was a bull frogAnd he always had some mighty fine wine.
For when the wine is in, the wit is out.
A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine.
Tell me what you drink, and I will tell you what you are
Burgundy makes you think of silly things, Bordeaux makes you talk of them and Champagne makes you do them.
A man who was fond of wine was offered some grapes at dessert after dinner. 'Much obliged,' said he, pushing the dish away from him, 'but I am not in the habit of taking my wine in pills.'
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Ten thousand casks,Drink, and be mad then; 'tis your country bids!
Wine in, truth out.
A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell.
I rather like bad wine … one gets so bored with good wine.
Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for it is now that God favours what you do.
Once... in the wilds of Afghanistan, I lost my corkscrew, and we were forced to live on nothing but food and water for days.
I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink; that's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.
What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?
We hear of the conversion of water into wine at the marriage in Cana, as of a miracle. But this conversion is, through the goodness of God, made every day before our eyes. Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, and which incorporates itself with the grapes to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy!
And Noah began to be a husbandman, and he planted a vineyard.
Youth is intoxication without wine. ("Jugend ist Trunkenheit ohne Wein.").
My dear girl, there are some things that just aren't done, such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs!
At the third cup, wine drinks the man.
In nothing have the habits of the palate more decisive influence than in our relish of wines.
