“Wine enters through the mouth,
Love, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth,
I look at you,
I sigh.”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
A Drinking Song http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1399/ <br class="br">The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910)
“Wine enters through the mouth,
Love, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth,
I look at you,
I sigh.”
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) Irish poet and playwright
Meera Bai Hindu mystic poet
Meera Bai, in [ http://books.google.co.in/books?id=fpcvv5pGKWMC&pg=PA250 Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West], p. 250
“I don't have a big mouth, you know what I have, I have a mouth that tells the truth.”
Donald J. Trump (1946) 45th President of the United States of America
2021, September 2021 <br class="br">Source: "Trump says he has 'a mouth that tells the truth' while making false statements at Georgia rally" https://www.businessinsider.com/trump-says-has-mouth-tells-truth-while-lying-georgia-rally-2021-9?r=US&IR=T, Insider, 26 September 2021 <br class="br">Context: They want to go after me because I have, they think, a big mouth.
J.M. Coetzee (1940) South African writer
“Erasmus: Madness and Rivalry,” Giving Offense: Essays on Censorship (1996), p. 94
“We understood one another better before ever I opened my mouth”
Patrick O'Brian (1914–2000) English novelist
Ilona Andrews American husband-and-wife novelist duo
Source: Magic Bleeds
Paulo Coelho book The Alchemist
Variant: It's not what enters men's mouth that is evil," said the alchemist. It's what comes out of their mouths that is.
Source: The Alchemist
Bayard Taylor (1825–1878) United States poet, novelist and travel writer
"Bedouin Song" (1853), in The Poetical Works of Bayard Taylor (1907), p. 69.
Source: The Poems of Bayard Taylor
Context: I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Context: From the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window I stand,
And the midnight hears my cry:
I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!