Not long after this still (or not so still in the case of the candle flame) life shot was taken the contents of the props were consumed.

Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink before I go,
A service to my bonie lassie.
The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith;
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry;
The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
And I maun leave my bonie Mary.

From My Bonie Mary by Robert Burns.

The first four lines of this stanza make a wonderful toast.