WINE.
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
Comus. MILTON.
In courts and palaces he also reigns,
And in luxurious cities, where the noise
Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers,
And injury, and outrage: and when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Paradise Lost, Bk. I. MILTON.
From wine what sudden friendship springs!
The Squire and his Cur. J. GAY.
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile.
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
Odyssey, Bk. XIV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
O, when we swallow down
Intoxicating wine, we drink damnation;
Naked we stand, the sport of mocking fiends.
Who grin to see our nobler nature vanquished,
Subdued to beasts.
Wife's Reick. C. JOHNSON.