I never have “gotten” Shakespeare. Clearly he was a gifted writer, but something (rhythm? tone? language?) just kept me from becoming a devotee.

But the man did like his wine, or at least using it in his work. To wit:

Shakespeare“O nectar, a poetry profound,
a liquid fair and hedonistic,
a drink meant truly not for mortals
but the gods of misty yore.
Burdened not by filtering or fining
or such slings and arrows beset by fools.
Get thee to a bottle.”

“The wine-cup is the little silver well, where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.”

“I am falser than vows made in wine. 

“Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.”

“Give me a bowl of wine. I have not that alacrity of spirit nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have.”

“Give me a bowl of wine. In this I bury all unkindness.”

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