Wine: may it be our spur as we ride over the bad roads of life
While we enjoy ourselves over the bottle, may we never drive prudence out of the room.
Wine—for there's no medicine like it.
Wine—the parent of friendship, composer of strife,
The soother of sorrow, the blessing of life.
Wine: the bond that cements the warm heart to a friend.
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COMIC.
May the tax-gatherer be forgiven in another world.
To the early bird that catches the worm.
To the bird in the hand that is worth two in the bush.