The wine is bottled poetry.

Happy the poet who with ease can steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

A despot doesn't fear eloquent writers preaching freedom-he fears a drunken poet may crack a joke that will take hold.

A despot doesn't fear eloquent writers preaching freedom — he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.

Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at ease.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on,
the wild wine
that sets the wisest man to sing
at the top of his lungs,
laugh like a fool – it drives the
man to dancing... it even
tempts him to blurt out stories
better never told.

A cheerful genius suits the times, / And all true poets laugh unquenchably / Like Shakespeare and the gods.

He is an emancipated thinker who is not afraid to write foolish things.

The poet never must lose despair.

Wine is bottled poetry.

I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.

I had a rare wine in my blood. Expiation was over, guilt washed out, terror canceled.

What a lovely drink this is, it makes one want to be a poet

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.