Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight! Catullus
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This quotation captures the essence of wine. Wine, like the full moon, is something that should be celebrated. The original quote has since been altered to fit modern times by removing references to the moon and Bacchus. However, this still captures the true meaning of wine.

It’s meant to be consumed, not just collected or studied. The poor quality of water that comes out of your faucet is not good enough for us. We want the rich purple grape juice that only the best wines can provide.

Source: Selections From Catullus: Translated Into English Verse With An Introduction On The Theory Of Translation

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