It is Falernian, that once saw the wine vaults of Heliogabalus!
True, we haven't a hen to baste with Falernian for you, but sure friend Job can find a wedge of Cheshire and a mug of ale.
I'll not swallow another drop; no, though the juice should be the true Falernian.
He samples the Falernian vintage and pronounces it to be "particularly good, and not degenerated."
I am sober; a lettuce and some olives with a drop of Falernian wine form all my meals.
