On Wine, by Thomas Babington Macaulay
"Oh, wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the north,
With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?"
-Thomas Babington Macaulay (1800–1859)
The Battle of Naseby