Wednesday, June 28, 2006

III - To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Wine

To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Wine

Harvest ye grape vines while ye may,
The fruit are not for keeping:
And this same vine that droops today,
Tomorrow will be sleeping.

The glorious wine of Heaven, the one
That’s made of Pinot noir;
The sooner is the harvest done,
The party can be start.

That wine is best, which is the first,
When taste and sense are warmer;
But being drunk, the worse, and worst
Wines, will succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but take your wine;
And while ye may, go drinking:
For having lost but once your mind,
...whatever were you thinking?
Apologies to Robert Herrick.
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  1. this err 'post' reminded me of drinking new wine in Germany while eating a slice of plum pie/cake...
    Neuer Wein mit Questschekuchen...

    a very seasonal late summer pleasure....

  2. On reflection, my dear, fruitcake seems most apt.


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