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by Robert Herrick

UPON TEARS

 Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.


by Robert Herrick

TO YOUTH

 Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.


by Hilaire Belloc

The Catholic Sun

 Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!


by Omar Khayyam

Am I a wine-bibber? What if I am?

Am I a wine-bibber? What if I am?
Gueber or infidel? Suppose I am?
Each sect miscalls me, but I heed them not,
I am my own, and, what I am, I am.


by Robert Burns

503. inscription on Mr. Syme's crystal goblet

 THERE’S Death in the cup, so beware!
 Nay, more—there is danger in touching;
But who can avoid the fell snare,
 The man and his wine’s so bewitching!


by Omar Khayyam

Some wine, a Houri (Houris if there be),

Some wine, a Houri (Houris if there be),
A green bank by a stream, with minstrelsy;—
Toil not to find a better Paradise
If other Paradise indeed there be!


by Omar Khayyam

My heart is weary of hypocrisy,

My heart is weary of hypocrisy,
Cupbearer, bring some wine, I beg of thee!
This hooded cowl and prayer-mat pawn for wine,
Then will I boast me in security.


by Omar Khayyam

The Saki knows my genus properly ,

The Saki knows my genus properly,
To all woe's species he holds a key,
Whene'er my mood is sad, he brings me wine,
And that makes all the difference to me!


by Omar Khayyam

Khayyam's respects to Mustafa convey,

Khayyam's respects to Mustafa convey,
And with due reverence ask him to say,
Why it has pleased him to forbid pure wine,
When he allows his people acid whey?


by Omar Khayyam

Heed not the Sunna, nor the law divine;

Heed not the Sunna, nor the law divine;
If to the poor his portion you assign,
And never injure one, nor yet abuse,
I guarantee you heaven, and now some wine!


by Omar Khayyam

Though I drink wine, I am no libertine,

Though I drink wine, I am no libertine,
Nor am I grasping, save of cups of wine;
I scruple to adore myself, like you;
For this cause to wine-worship I incline.


by Omar Khayyam

Why argue on Yasin and on Barat?

Why argue on Yasin and on Barat?
Write me the draft for wine they call Barat!
The day my weariness is drowned in wine
Will seem to me as the great night Barat!


by Omar Khayyam

In drinking thus it is not my design

In drinking thus it is not my design
To riot, or transgress the law divine,
No! to attain unconsciousness of self
Is the sole cause I drink me drunk with wine.


by Omar Khayyam

When I am dead, with wine my body lave,

When I am dead, with wine my body lave,
For obit chant a bacchanalian stave,
And, if you need me at the day of doom,
Beneath the tavern threshold seek my grave.


by Omar Khayyam

What though the sky with its blue canopy

What though the sky with its blue canopy
Doth close us in so that we cannot see,
In the etern Cupbearer's wine methinks,
There float a myriad bubbles like to me.


by Omar Khayyam

Though you survey O my enlightened friend,

Though you survey O my enlightened friend,
This world of vanity from end to end,
You will discover there no other good
Than wine and rosy cheeks, you may depend!


by Omar Khayyam

Count not to live beyond your sixtieth year,

Count not to live beyond your sixtieth year,
To walk in jovial courses persevere;
And ere your skull be turned into a cup,
Let wine-cups ever to your hand adhere!


by Omar Khayyam

Life's fount is wine, Khizir its guardian,

Life's fount is wine, Khizir its guardian,
I, like Elias, find it where I can,
'Tis sustenance for heart and spirit too,
Allah himself calls wine «a boon to man.»


by Omar Khayyam

Arise, get off thy bed, O cupbearer! and pour the

Arise, get off thy bed, O cupbearer! and pour the
limpid wine. Before they yet make pitchers of our
skulls, pour out some wine from pitcher into bowl, O
cupbearer!


by Omar Khayyam

I could repent of all, but of wine, never!

I could repent of all, but of wine, never!
I could dispense with all, but with wine, never!
If so be I became a Musulman,
Could I abjure my Magian wine? no, never!


by Omar Khayyam

O City Mufti, you go more astray

O City Mufti, you go more astray
Than I do, though to wine I do give way;
I drink the blood of grapes, you that of men:
Which of us is the more bloodthirsty, pray?


by Omar Khayyam

When I am dead, take me and grind me small,

When I am dead, take me and grind me small,
So that I be a caution unto all,
And knead me into clay with wine, and then
Use me to stop the wine-jar's mouth withal.


by Omar Khayyam

Now Ramazan is come, no wine must flow,

Now Ramazan is come, no wine must flow,
Our simple pastimes we must now forego,
The wine we have in store we must not drink,
Nor on our mistresses one kiss bestow.


by Omar Khayyam

So many cups of wine will I consume,

So many cups of wine will I consume,
Its bouquet shall exhale from out my tomb,
And every one that passes by shall halt,
And reel and stagger with that mighty fume.


by Omar Khayyam

The moon of Ramazan is risen, see!

The moon of Ramazan is risen, see!
Alas, our wine must henceforth banished be;
Well! on Sha'ban's last day I'll drink enough
To keep me drunk till Bairam's jubilee.


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