Now, this strange chalice,--might it not breed dreams as strange ?" "When I had drunken, I think," replied my lord.

"The wine would be a potent spur to my fancy." "What saith honest Jack Falstaff ?" broke in the maudlin Secretary.

"Doth he not bear testimony that good sherris maketh the brain apprehensive and quick; filleth it with nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes, which being delivered by the tongue become excellent wit?
Wherefore let us drink, gentlemen, and beget fancies." He filled for himself again, and buried his nose in the cup.
"'T is such a cup, methinks," I said, "as Medea may have filled for Theseus.

The white hand of Circe may have closed around this stem when she stood to greet Ulysses, and knew not that he had the saving herb in his palm.

Goneril may have sent this green and gilded shape to Regan.
Fair Rosamond may have drunk from it while the Queen watched her.