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BOOK OF TOASTS<
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WILLIAM RAMSAY<
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NEW YORK<
DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY<
40-42 EAST 19th STREET
Copyright, 1906,<
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Dodge Publishing Co.
TOASTS<
MISCELLANEOUS<
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And let the Loving-Cup go round,<
The cup 'with blessed memories crowned,<
That flows whene'er we meet—my boys.<
No draught will hold a. drop of sin,<
If love is only well stirred in<
To keep it sound and sweet—my boys.<
To keep ii sound and sweet.<
—Oltocr Wendell Holmes.
TOASTS<
May our faults be written on the sea-shore, and every good action
prove a wave to wash them out.<
¥ ¥ *<
To the Thoroughbreds: It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life
flows along like a song, But the man worth while is the<
man who will smile, When everything goes dead<
wrong.
TOASTS<
Here's a health to the future,<
A sigh for the past; We can love and remember,<
And hope to the last; And, for all the base lies<
That the almanacs hold, While there's love in the heart,<
We can never grow old.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and
pleasure-<
—Ben Jonson.<
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TOASTS<
May Good Humor preside when Good Fellows meet,<
And Reason prescribe when 'tis time to Retreat.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
If on my theme I rightly think, There are five reasons why I<
drink,— Good wine, a friend, because I'm<
dry, Or lest I should be bye-and-bye, Or any other reason why.<
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TOASTS<
Here's a sigh to those who love<
me, And a smile to those who hate, And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for any fate.<
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I drink it as the Fates ordain it, Come! Fill it, and have done<
with rhymes; Fill up the lonely glass and drain<
it, In memory of dear old times.<
—Thackeray.
TOASTS<
Here's to woman, whose heart and whose soul Are the light and the
life of each spell we pursue; ■Whether sunned at the topics, or
chilled at the poles, If woman be there, there is happiness too.<
To the first woman! Who, if the legend were true, was only a
"side-issue."<
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TOASTS<
Then with three, as is due, let the honors be paid, Whilst I give
with my hand, heart and head, "Here's to her, the fond mother, dear
partner, kind maid, Who first taught me to love, woo, and wed.'<
—Hood.<
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To our fathers' sweethearts—our mothers.<
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TOASTS<
Woman: gentle, patient, self-denying ; without her man would be a
savage and the earth a desert.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
If all your beauties, one by one, I pledge, dear, I am thinking<
Before the tale were well begun I had been dead of drinking.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
Here's to the happiest years of my<
life, Spent in the arms of another man's<
wife: My mother!
TOASTS<
Maids and bachelors married, and<
soon so. ■Wives and husbands happy, and<
long so.<
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May those now love -who never<
loved before. And those who always loved now<
love the more.<
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Here's to one and only one, and<
may that one be he Who loves but one and only one,<
and may that one be me. || .%/ 9<
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TOASTS<
Let her be clumsy or let her be slim, Young or ancient, I care
not a feather; So fill up a bumper, nay, fill to the brim, Let us
toast all the ladies together.<
¥ ¥ ¥ To—<
While there's life on the lip, while there's warmth in the wine,<
One deep health I'll pledge, and that health shall be thine.<
—Owen Meredith,<
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TOASTS<
The Wimmin!<
So let us all; yes, by that love<
which all our lives rejoices, By those dear eyes that speak to<
us with love's seraphic voices. By those dear arms that will
infold<
us when we sleep forever, By those dear lips that kiss the lips<
that may give answer never, By mem'ries lurking in our hearts<
an' all our eyes bedimmin', We'll drink a health to those we<
love an' who love us — the<
wimmin!<
—Eugene Field's Toast to the Ladies.
TOASTS<
Drink, drink, drink!<
Drink to the girl of your heart; The wisest, the wittiest, the
bravest, the prettiest,<
May you never be far apart.<
¥ * ¥<
Here's to love, the only fire against which there is no
insurance.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
Drink to life and the passing show, And the eyes of the prettiest
girl you know.
TOASTS<
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Health to the bold and dashing coquette, Who careth not for me;
Whose heart, untouched by love as yet, Is wild and fancy free.<
¥ ¥ *<
Drink ye to her that each loves best, And, if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name.<
—CampbtiU
TOASTS<
FRIENDS<
AND<
GOOD<
FELLOWSHIP<
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TOASTS<
A little health, a little wealth, A little house and freedom,
With some few friends for certain<
ends; But little cause to need 'em.<
* * V<
May we ever be able to serve a friend and noble enough to conceal
it.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
May we have more and more friends and need them less and less.<
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TOASTS<
Thus circling the cup, hand in hand, ere we drink, Let sympathy
pledge us, through pleasure, through pain, That, fast as feeling but
touches one link, Her magic shall send it direct through the chain.<
—Thomas Moore, * ¥ ¥<
Here's to mine and here's to thine!<
Now's the time to clink it! Here's a flagon of old wine,<
And here we are to drink it.<
—Richard Hovey.
TOASTS<
Here's a toast to all good lasses, Pledge it merrily, fill your
glasses; Let the bumper toast go round; May they live in tranquil
pleasure; Without mixture, without measure; For with them true joy
is found.<
¥ ¥ * _<
Here's to Mothers: the guide-posts to Heaven.<
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TOASTS<
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To ladies' eyes, around boys,— We can't refuse, we can't refuse,<
Their bright eyes so abound, boys, It's hard to choose, it's hard
to choose.<
—Thomas Moore,<
Here's to the lasses we've loved,<
my lad, Here's to the lips we've pressed; For of kisses and
lasses, Like liquor in glasses, The last is always the best.
TOASTS<
TO DAN CUPID:<
True love is at home on a carpet,<
And mightily likes his ease. And true love has an eye for a
dinner<
And starves under shady trees. His wing is the fan of a lady,<
His foot's an invisible thing, And his arrow is tipped from a
jewel<
And shot from a silver string.<
—Nathaniel Parker Willis.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
Here's to those who'd love us,<
If we only cared, Here's to those we'd love,<
If we only dared.
TOASTS<
Now, boys, just a moment! You've<
all had your say, While enjoying yourselves in so<
pleasant a way. We have toasted our sweethearts,<
our friends and our wives, We have toasted each other, wishing
all merry lives. But now I will give you the toast<
that is best— 'Tis one in a million and outshines<
the rest; Don't frown when I tell you this<
toast beats all others, But drink one more toast, boys—<
a toast to our mothers!
TOASTS<
INNE YE PRAYSE<
OF<
DRYNKYNGE
TOASTS<
THE OPTIMIST'S TOAST .<
A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe • to smoke in
cold weather, The world is good, and the people<
are good; And we're all good fellows together.<
* * ¥<
A pipe, a book, a fire, a friend,<
A stein that's always full, Here's to the joys of a bachelor's<
life, A life that is never dull.
TOASTS<
" May the wing of friendship never moult a feather."<
—Dickens.<
Now one other health To our grand patron called Good-<
Fellowship; Whose livery all our people hereabout Are clad in.<
—Dekker and Ford.<
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TOASTS<
Here's to a bottle and an honest<
friend; 5 *•<
What would you wish for more,<
man? -}f.<
Who knows before his life may end *=*" What his share may be of
care, man.<
—Bams.<
Oh! Be thou blest with what<
Heaven can send, ' iSi(i<
Long health, long youth, long pleasure—and a friend.<
- —Pope,
TOASTS<
May we never have friends who, ' like shadows, keep close to us
in the sunshine, only to desert us on a cloudy day or in the night.<
¥ ¥ tf<
Whilst we together jovial sit, Careless, and crowned with mirth<
and wit, We'll think of all the friends we \1 know<
And drink to all worth drinking to.<
—Charles Cotton,<
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TOASTS<
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Here's to the four hinges of Friendship,<
Swearing, Lying, Stealing and Drinking.<
When you swear, swear by your country;<
When you lie, lie for a pretty woman;<
When you steal, steal away from bad company; , \t And when you
drink, drink with me-
TOASTS<
To our Absent Friends: Although out of sight, we recognize them
with our glasses.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
Come charge high, again, boy, nor let the full wine<
Leave a space in the brimmer, where daylight may shine;<
Here's the friends of our youth— tho' of some we're bereft,<
May the links that are lost but endear what are left.<
—Tom Moore,<
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TOASTS<
Gie him strong drink until he wink,<
That's sinkin' in despair. And liquor guid to fire his bluid,<
That's prest wi' grief an' care; There let him bouse and deep
carouse,<
In bumpers flowing o'er, Till he forgets his love or debts,<
An' minds his griefs no more.<
—Robert Burns, (A paraphrase of Proverbs xxxi., 6.)<
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TOASTS<
I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good,<
But sure I think that I can drink With any that wears a hood.<
Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold;<
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or
old.<
—Bishop Still.
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TOASTS<
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A fig then for Burgundy, Claret or Mountain, A few scanty glasses
must limit your wish ; But he's the true toper that goes to the
fountain— The drinker that verily drinks "like a fish."<
—Thomas Hood.<
'Wreathe the bowl "r\!| 'With flowers of soul, '"'• The brightest
Wit can find us;<
We'll take a flight towards heaven II to-night<
And leave dull earth behind us.<
—Moore.
TOASTS<
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, Around our temples roses twine, And
let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses, smile. To-day is
ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here! Let's banish
business, banish sorrow, To the gods belongs to-morrow.<
—Abraham Cotvley,<
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TOASTS<
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain With grammar and nonsense
and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better
discerning.<
—Goldsmith.<
Laugh at all things, Great and small things,<
Sick or well, at sea or shore; While we're quaffing Let's have
laughing,<
Who the devil cares for more ?<
Bvron.
TOASTS<
Fill the goblet again; for I never<
before Felt the glow which now gladdens<
my heart to its core. Let us drink! Who could not ? Since through
life's varied round In the goblet alone no deception is<
found.<
—'Byron,<
¥ ¥ ¥<
One sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirit in<
delight, Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be<
wise, And taste.
TOASTS<
Nothing in Nature's sober found, But an eternal "Health" goes<
'round, Fill up the bowl then, fill it high— Fill all the glasses
there: for why Should every creature drink but I ? Why, man of
morals, tell me why ?<
—Abraham Co^uley.<
¥ ¥ *<
Then fill the bowl — away with care, Our joys shall always last,—
For hope shall lighten days to come And memory gild the past.<
—Tom Hook.
TOASTS<
To Wine:<
There are no sorrows -wine cannot<
allay, There are no sins wine cannot<
wash away, There are no riddles wine knows<
not to read, There are no debts wine is too<
poor to pay.<
—Le Gallienne.<
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Drink ! for you know not whence you came— Nor why. Drink! for you
know not why you go—<
Nor where.<
—Omaf Khayyam.
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Then fill a fair and honest cup, and bear it straight to me; The
goblet hallows all it holds,<
whate'er the liquid be; And may the cherubs on its face protect
me from the sin j /' * | That dooms one to those dreadful ! V;"*1?!
words,<
" My dear, where have you been ? "<
—Holmes,<
Fill the bumper fair;<
Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of care,<
Smooths away a wrinkle.<
—Tom Moore.
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TOASTS<
Pass me the wine. To those that<
keep The bachelor's secluded sleep Peaceful, inviolate and deep,
I pour libation.<
—Dobson.<
May care be a stranger to the honest heart.<
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TOASTS<
Here's to the man who can bravely say, "I have loved her, all my
life— Since I took her hand on the wedding day I have only loved my
wife!"<
Would we not praise him long and well With the warmest praise
that is, The man who could boldly, firmly tell, And stick to—a lie
like this ?<
—Life.<
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TOASTS<
Here's health to those I love, and wealth to those who love me.<
" Here's to the Rose that buds and<
grows— Pluck it and call it your own, For the rose may fade, and
so will<
the maid, If she lives too long alone."<
May every mirror we look at cast an hcnest reflection.<
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TOASTS<
May you live all the days of your life.<
----Swift,<
¥ ¥ ¥ I drink to the days that are!<
• William Morris.<
Economy: The Daughter of Prudence, the Sister of Temperance, and
the Parent of Independence.<
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TOASTS<
Love to One, Friendship to Many, and Good Will to All.<
Here's to Man: He is like a kerosene lamp: he is not over bright;
he is often turned down; he generally smokes, and he frequently goes
out at night.<
May good nature and good sense be ever united.
TOASTS<
A HEALTH TO ONE<
Fill a glass with golden wine, And the while your lips are wet,<
Set their perfume unto mine, And forget.<
Every kiss we take and give<
Leaves us less of life to live.<
Yet again! Your whim and mine In a happy while have met.<
All your sweets to me resign, Nor regret<
That we press with every breath,<
Sighed or singing, nearer death.<
—William Ernest Henley.
TOASTS<
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen, Here's to the widow of
fifty, Here's to the flaunting, extravagant queen, Here's to the
housewife that's thrifty! . ,...<
Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass,<
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.<
—Sheridan.
TOASTS<
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Here's to woman, the sweetheart, the wife, The delight of our
fireside by night and by day, Who never does anything wrong in her
life, Except when permitted to have her own way.<
—Fitz Greene Halleck, ¥ ¥ ¥<
When she is neither too young to be wise, nor too old to be
careful.
TOASTS<
To woman in her higher, nobler aspects, whether wife, widow,
grass-widow, mother-in-law, hired girl, telegraph operator,
telephone helloer, queen, book agent, wet nurse, step-mother, boss,
professional fat woman, professional double-headed woman and
professional beauty, God bless her-<
—Mark Twain,<
¥ ¥ ¥<
Here's to the girl behind the man behind the gun.<
, . —Admiral Schley.
TOASTS<
To the first kiss of love:<
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past— When
years fleet away with the wings of a dove, The dearest remembrance
will still be the last, Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of
love.<
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—Byron,<
May we love as long as we live, and live as long as we love.<
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TOASTS<
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,<
And I will pledge with mine; Or, leave a kiss within the cup<
And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth
rise<
Doth ask a drink divine; But, might I of Jove's nectar sip,<
I would not change from thine.<
—Ben Jonsoru<
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TOASTS<
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TO WOMAN: The great conundrum of the century; but if we can't
guess her, TUj we will never give her up.<
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—Horace Porter,<
Woman: To do her justice, a golden pen should be dipped in the
moist colors of the rainbow and the writing dried in the dust
gathered from a butterfly's wings.<
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TOASTS<
She needs no eulogy; she speaks for herself.<
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Our Rulers:<
For, though they almost blush to<
reign, Though love's own flowers<
wreathe the chain, Disguise the bondage as we will 'Tis
Woman—Woman rules us<
still.<
TOASTS<
A FEW SPECIALS<
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TOASTS<
Clink, clink your glasses and drink;<
Why should we trouble borrow? I<
Care not for sorrow,<
A fig for the morrow! To-night let's be merry and drink.<
So a cup ere we part to the man of our heart, Old Noah, the
primitive grower of wine; And one brimming cup (nay, fill it quite
up) To the angel who gave him the seed of the vine.<
—yohn O, Saxe*
TOASTS<
MOTHERS-IN-LAW:<
To our children's grandmothei s:— our mothers-in-law; may we
never forget what we owe them.
TOASTS<
A<
THE WIDOW:<
The eternal, untiring advocate and champion of Man. She ceases to
weep for one only to sigh for another.<
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TOASTS<
THE MEDICAL PROFESSION<
Whose members are our unfailing friends from the start of life to
its finish. They make things smooth for us at the beginning, do
their best for us through life and help us out at its close.
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TOASTS<
OLD MAIDS:<
May thankfulness for what they have escaped soften regret for
what they may have missed.<
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TOASTS<
DOUBLE HEADERS.<
The toasts of involution are in favor. There are not many of them
on record; but the mixed meaning seems to go well with the mixed
drinks and we must give a few specimens.
TOASTS<
\ To a man going to Pittsburg:<
/ Here's to Pittsburg, and may it " suit you<
As it has sooted me!<
To the health of a notorious usurer:<
May you take as much interest in<
Heaven As I know you have taken on<
Earth.<
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TOASTS<
THE SQUARE DEAL: J<
May the squareness of the deal be a great deal squarer than a
good deal of the humbug said about it.<
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TOASTS<
Here's a health to you and yours, who have done such things for
us and ours; and when we and ours have it in our powers to do for
you and yours what you and yours have done for us and ours, then we
and ours will do for you and yours what you and yours have done for
us and ours.
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TOASTS<
Here's to you as good as you are<
And to me as bad as I am ;<
As good as you are and as bad as<
I am, I'm as good as you are, as bad as<
I am.<
TOASTS<
Here's to thee and thy folks from<
me and my folks; And if thee and thy folks love me<
and my folks As much as me and my folks love<
thee and thy folks Then there never was folks since<
folks was folks Love me and my folks as much as thee and thy
folks.<
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TOASTS<
Here's to you two and to we too, If you two love we too As we two
love you two. Then here's to we four ! But if you two don't love we
two As we two love you two Then here's to we two and no more.<
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TOASTS<
Here's to those that I love;<
Here's to those who love me; Here's to those who love those I
love, And here's to those who love those who love me.<
—Ouida.<
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Here's to the girl that I love, And here's to the girl who loves
me, And here's to all who love her whom I love And all those who
love her who loves me.
TOASTS<
Here's to the gladness of her gladness when she's glad, Here's to
the sadness of her sadness when she's sad; But the gladness of her
gladness And the sadness of her sadness Are not in it with the
madness of her madness when she's mad.<
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TOASTS<
3 To our Wives: May they be as blissfully trustful as we are
trustfully blissful.<
Here's to you, my dear,<
And to the dear that's not here,<
my dear; But if the dear that's not here, my<
dear, Were here, my dear, I'd not be drinking to you, my<
dear.
TOASTS<
Tho' a kiss be a-miss, She who misses the kisses As Miss without
kiss May miss being a Mrs. And he who, a-miss, Thinks both Missed
and Kisses Will miss Miss and Kiss And the kisses of Mrs.<
-Puck.<
TOASTS<
May the winds o' adversity ne'er blaw open our door.<
May poorthith ne'er throw us in the dirt, or gowd into the high
saddle.<
May the mouse ne'er leave our meal pock wi' the tear in its ee.<
Blythe may we a' be. Ill may we<
never see. Here's to the King and the guid<
companie.
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TOASTS<
Here's to them that lo'es us, or lends us a lift.<
Here's health to the sick, stilts to the lame, claise to the
back, and brose to the wame.<
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Here's health, wealth, wit and meal.<
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The deil rock them in the creel that does na' wish us a' weel.<
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TOASTS<
Mair frien's an' less need o' them.<
Thumpin' luck and fat weans.<
■When we're gaun up the hill o' fortune may we ne'er meet a
frien' comin' down.<
May ne'er waur be amang us.<
¥ ¥ ¥<
May the hinges o' friendship never rust, or the wings o' luve
lose a feather.<
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TOASTS<
A JACOBITE TOAST<
" No man can the tongue tame."<
—James iii; Sr<
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May we ne'er want a friend or a drappie to gie him.
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TOASTS<
L'ENVOI<
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A health to you,<
A wealth to you,<
And the best that life can give to<
you. May Fortune still be kind to you, And Happiness be true to
you, And Life be long and good to you, Is the toast of all your
friends to<
you.<