A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn't itch
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth and set down as gain each day that fortune grants.
... I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the…