They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
When I was younger I used to get my best writing done at night, but now it has to be during the day. I usually finish work at half past seven, then go back to the house to open a bottle of wine, have dinner, and then read or watch television.
Bronze in the mirror of the form, wine of the mind.
What I like to drink most is wine that belongs to others.
His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.