With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!
Spritzers are festive yet economical. By adding seltzer and juice, you stretch the number of people a bottle of wine serves.
A gourmet meal without a glass of wine just seems tragic to me somehow.
Its liquor is like the sweetest dew from Heaven.
Isn't beer the holy libation of sincerity? The potion that dispels all hypocrisy, any charade of fine manners? The drink that does nothing worse than incite its fans to urinate in all innocence, to gain weight in all frankness?
Yes, it is the Big Easy, home of the shortest hangover on the planet, where libation can greet you on Monday morning with the same smile as it did on Saturday night.
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
He was a wise man who invented beer.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
There is a glorious candor in an honest quart of wine, A certain inspitation which I cannot well define.
Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.
Pour out the wine without restraint or stay, Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful, Pour out to all that wull.
A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover.
A bumper of good liquor will end a contest quicker than justice, judge, or vicar.
Years of drought and famine come and years of flood and famine come, and the climate is not changed with dance, libation or prayer.
Wine cheers God and man.
Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us, And fires us With courage, love and joy. Women and wine should life employ. Is there ought else on earth desirous?
