"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon."

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

Where the drink goes in, there the wit goes out.

The wine in the bottell doth not quench thirst. [The wine in the bottle does not quench thirst.]

From wine what sudden friendship springs?

A medium Vodka dry Martini--with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken and not stirred.