Wine Production

But that which most doth take my muse and me,
Is a pure cup of rich Canary wine,
Which is the mermaid's now, but shall be mine.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape,
Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine.

To those who clamor, as many now do, "Produce! Produce!" one simple question may be addressed:—"Produce what?" ...What can be more childish than to urge the necessity that productive power should be increased, if part of the productive power which exists already is misapplied? Is not less production of futilities as important as, indeed a condition of, more production of things of moment? ... Yet this result of inequality ... cannot be prevented, or checked, or even recognized by a society which excludes the idea of purpose from its social arrangements and industrial activity.