cup (n.)

cup (v.)

Many things happen between the cup and the lip.

Robert Burton (1576-1640): Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.

The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 85.

Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I 'll not look for wine.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): The Forest. To Celia.

Years steal

Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb,

And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 8.

My cup runneth over.

Old Testament: Psalm xxiii. 5.

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup

Of still and serious thought went round,

It seemed as if he drank it up,

He felt with spirit so profound.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Matthew.

'T is a little thing

To give a cup of water; yet its draught

Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,

May give a shock of pleasure to the frame

More exquisite than when nectarean juice

Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.

Thomas Noon Talfourd (1795-1854): Ion. Act i. Sc. 2.

My cup runneth over.

Old Testament: Psalm xxiii. 5.

'T is the heart's current lends the cup its glow,

Whate'er the fountain whence the draught may flow.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): A Sentiment.

Ho! stand to your glasses steady!

'T is all we have left to prize.

A cup to the dead already,—

Hurrah for the next that dies!

Bartholomew Dowling: Revelry in India.