A warm toast.
Good company.
A fine wine.
May you enjoy all three.

A port in a storm.

A port in any storm.

Balm of my cares, sweet solace of my toils, Hail justice benignant!

Clean glasses and old corks.

Count not the cups; not therein lies excess
In wine, but in the nature of the drinker.

God, in His goodness, sent the grapes
To cheer both great and small;
Little fools will drink too much,
And great fools none at all.

God made Man,
Frail as a bubble
God made Love
Love made trouble
God made the Vine
Was it a sin
That man made Wine
To drown trouble in?

Here's a bumper of wine; fill thine, fill mine:
Here's a health to old Noah, who planted the vine!

Here's to the man who knows enough
To know he's better without the stuff;
Himself without, the wine within,
So come, me hearties, let's begin.

Here's to the man
Who owns the land
That bears the grape
That makes the wine
That tastes as good
As this does.

Here's to the water, water divine--
It dews the grapes that give us wine.

To the big bellied bottle.

When I die--the day be far!
Should the potter make a jar
Out of this poor clay of mine,
Let the jar be filled with wine!

When wine enliven the heart
May friendship surround the table.

Wine and Women--May we always have a taste for both.

Wine improves with age--I like it more the older I get.