When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
Time, motion and wine cause sleep.
Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
Wine stimulates the mind and makes it quick with heat; care flees and is dissolved in much drink.
Wine prepares the heart for love, unless you take too much.
Who gives to Aristaeus honey; Or wine to Bacchus, or Triptolemus Earth's fruits, or apples to Alcinous?