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WINE quotes
Wine heightens indifference into love, love into jealousy, and jealousy into madness. It often turns the good-natured man into an idiot, and the choleric into an assassin. It gives bitterness to resentment, it makes vanity insupportable, and displays every little spot of the soul in its utmost deformity.
Polished brass is the mirror of the body and wine of the mind.
A vine bears three grapes, the first of pleasure, the second of drunkenness, and the third of repentance.
Ah! sly deceiver; handed o'er and o'er, yet still believed; exulting o'er the wreek of sober vows!
Wine is like anger, for it makes us strong, blind and impatient, and it leads us wrong; the strength is quickly lost; we feel the error long.
The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.
Wine is a noble, generous liquor, and we should be humbly thankful for it; but, as I remember, water was made before it.
Wine and youth are fire upon fire.
There is a devil in every berry of the grape.
As fermenting in a vessel works up to the top whatever it has in the bottom, so wine, in those who have drunk beyond measure, vents the most inward secrets.
Wine is a turn-coat; first, a friend; then, a deceiver; then, an enemy.
Wine maketh the hand quivering, the eye watery, the night unquiet, lewd dreams, a stinking breath in the morning, and an utter forgetfulness of all things.
Wine invents nothing; it only tattles. It lets out all secrets.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee—Devil! Oh, that men should put an enemy to their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Wine has drowned more than the sea.
What stores of sentiment in that butt of raciest Sherry! What a fund of pensive thought! What suggestions for delicious remembrance! What "aids to reflection" in that Hock of a century old! What sparkling fancies, whirling and foaming, from a stout body of thought in that full and ripe Champagne! What mild and serene philosophy in that Burgundy, ready to shed "its sunset glow" on society and nature!
The first glass for myself; the second for my friends; the third for good humor; and the fourth for mine enemies.
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