I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man; wine is not so noble a liquor; and think of dashing the hopes of a morning with a cup of warm coffee, or of an evening with a dish of tea!
—If anyone thinks that I amn’t divineHe’ll get no free drinks when I’m making the wineBut have to drink water and wish it were plainThat I make when the wine becomes water again.
05:032:032 For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah: their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter: 05:032:033 Their wine is the poison of dragons, and the cruel venom of asps.
Verily, “wine is a mocker.”
As a great number of vessels for wine in many different forms have been excavated, we can assume that wine, made from special kinds of millet, was a popular drink.
The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled.
Wines, currants, and wrought silks, were the only goods which did not fall within this rule, having other and more advantageous allowances.
“Think what it is to have every earthly wisdom, yet to burn unsatisfied for the deeper and forbidden draught; to gather up all wealth and power and let them slip again, like children weary of a painted toy; to sweep the harp of fame, and, maddened by its jangling music, to stamp it small beneath our feet; to snatch at pleasure’s goblet and find its wine is sand, and at length, outworn, to cast us down and pray the pitiless gods with whose stolen garment we have wrapped ourselves, to take it back again, and suffer us to slink naked to the grave.
And thereupon the wine was fet* anon. *
The wine was Golden Mediasch, which produces a queer sting on the tongue, which is, however, not disagreeable.