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

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

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

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain,-- Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.