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.
– W. B. Yeats
I'd rather be the pauper of Scranton than the King of Wilkes-Barre
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.
– W. B. Yeats
Jesus!
Possibly a little too truthful?