May friendship surround the table.

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!

To the big bellied bottle.

Here’s to the water, water divine–
It dews the grapes that give us wine.

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

A bottle of good wine, like a good act,
shines ever in the retrospect.

A warm toast.
Good company.
A fine wine.
May you enjoy all three.
Clean glasses and old corks.

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?