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    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.

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Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his
colour in the cup, when read more

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.

by Bible Found in: Wine and spirits Quotes,
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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.]

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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.

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From wine what sudden friendship springs?

From wine what sudden friendship springs?

by John Gay Found in: Wine and spirits Quotes,
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Ten thousand casks,
Forever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state,
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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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The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
- Richard Crashaw,

The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
- Richard Crashaw,

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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.

by Ian Fleming Found in: Wine and spirits Quotes,
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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.

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Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

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