I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often - but I'm well preserved.
This wine is forty years old. It certainly doesn't show its age.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Take Jonathan Franzen's work: it's just old wine in new bottles. They say he's the Tolstoy of the digital age, but there can only be a Tolstoy of the Tolstoyan age.
He has a profound respect for old age. Especially when it's bottled.
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
Seamen three! what men be ye? Gotham's three Wise Men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine.
I had this story from one who had no business to tell it to me, or to any other. I may credit the seductive influence of an old vintage upon the narrator for the beginning of it, and my own skeptical incredulity during the days that followed for the balance of the strange tale.
