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SELEC'rED TOASTS
12D
"Let me p lay t he fool;
Wit h mirt h auJ l a ughter let Old
W rink les come ;
And let my liver r at her heat with wine
'rhan my h eart cool wi t h mortifying
groans. ' '
" L et us drink; who would not.
Since t hrough l ife's va r ieu rouml
Jn t he goblet alone n o deception is
found. ''
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' ' Noth ing in na ture 's sober fo11111l,
But
au
et ernal '' healt h '' goes ronncl.
F ill up t he bowl t hen, fill it high–
F ill all the glasses t her e; for why
Should every creature rlrink b nt
J ;
W hy, man of mortals, t ell me
why~"
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' 'My kindest r egards. ''
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'' 0 ,
fill the wine cup high
I
'rhe sparkling liquor pour ;
For we will care a nt! grief defy,
T hey n e 'er shall plague us more. ' '
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' ' H ere's sunshine a nd happiness. ' '
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'' Our Country : May she always be
in t he right- but our count ry, right or
wrong. ''
FAMILY DINNER TOAST.
" Herc's a toast to t he host who car ver!
the r oa st,
And a toast to t he h ostess- may none
ever ' r oast' us. "
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TOAST TO WRITERS.
Here's to t he angel who shoves t he
quill,
W hen he 's not sick of himself he
mak es others ill.