Thou water turnst to wine (fair friend of life); Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again. Crashaw.Divine Epigram.
Reach with your whiter hands to me, Some crystal of the spring; And I about the cup shall see Fresh lilies flourishing. Or else, sweet nymphs, do you but this, To the glass your lips incline; And I shall see, by that one kiss, The water turnd to wine. Herrick.The Hesperides to the Water Nymph, No. 318.