| Author |
Quotes |
| Anonymous | Firm and erect the Caledonian stood; Sound was his mutton, and his claret good; "Let him drink port!" the English statesman cried: He drank the poison, and his spirit died. |
| Bible | Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and thine often infirmities. |
| Bible | Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whoever is deceived thereby is not wise. |
| Bible | Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. |
| Bible | 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. |
| Ian Fleming | A medium Vodka dry Martini--with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred. |
| Laertius Diogenes | When asked what wines he liked to drink he replied, "That which belongs to another." - Laertius Diogenes, |
| Richard Crashaw | The conscious water saw its God and blushed. |
| Robert Allott | I hang no ivie out to sell my wine; The nectar of good wits will sell itself. |
| W A Bellamy | Old Simon the cellarer keep a rare store Of Malmsey and Malvoisie. |
| Charles Dickens | "It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon." |
| George Herbert | The wine in the bottell doth not quench thirst. |
| George Herbert | Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out. |
| George Herbert | Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table. |
| George Herbert | You cannot know wine by the barrell. |
| John Gay
| From wine what sudden friendship springs? |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | 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. |
| Robert Burns | John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo, 'Twill heighten all his joy. |
| William Cowper | 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! |
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