Well versed

Wine is bottled poetry, Robert Louis Stevenson said. And so of course poets have been writing paeans for eons. A few faves:

• “When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.” ““ Ovid (left)

• “Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.” ““ John Keats

• “Wine cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires the young, makes weariness forget his toil. ““ Lord Byron

• “his lips drink water, but his heart drinks wine” ““ e.e. cummings