Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
There comes a moment on a journey when something sweet, something irresistible and charming as wine raised to thirsty lips, wells up in the traveller's being.
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.
Flowers die and wine gets consumed. Both are lovely. I appreciate both. Wine and roses. I actually had someone bring me a lobe of foie gras once.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!
But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.