Philosophers
Locke

It was dawn that lit up the tulip’s cup With a drink from the sun; For the tulip itself bore an empty cup When it joined the company of flowers.

Kant

By nature it had a taste For wine that is like crystal: It is from eternity’s sleeping chamber That it brings its shining, star like cup.

Bergson

It did not bring either wine Or a cup from eternity: The tulip gets its eternal passion From the scar in its own heart.

Poets
Browning

There was nothing to fortify life’s effervescent wine: I took some aqua vitae from Khizr and added it.

Byron

Why should one be obliged to Khizr for his aqua’s loan? I poured a little of my heart’s blood into the wine cup.

Ghalib

To make the wine still bitterer and my chest still more sore, I melted the glass itself and added it to my wine.

Rumi

How can dilutions be as good as the real stuff itself? I pressed wine out of grapes direct and filled my cup with it.