Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.
_Comus_. MILTON.
In courts and palaces he also reigns,
And in luxurious cities, where the noise
Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers,
And injury, and outrage: and when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.
From wine what sudden friendship springs!
_The Squire and his Cur_. J. GAY.
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile.
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
_Odyssey, Bk. XIV_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.
O, when we swallow down
Intoxicating wine, we drink damnation;
Naked we stand, the sport of mocking fiends.
Who grin to see our nobler nature vanquished,
Subdued to beasts.
_Wife's Reick_. C. JOHNSON.