Quotes About Wine-cup

even The bed of love, that in the imagination Had seemed to be the giver of all peace, Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting, And as soon finished.

XIV. Pour thine all freely from the Vase in thy right hand, and lose no drop! Hath not thy left hand a vase? Transmute all wholly into the Image of thy Will, bringing each to its true token of Perfection! Dissolve the Pearl in the Wine-cup: drink, and make manifest the Virtue of that Pearl!

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be Doth dwell.