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"Ladies and
Gentlemen."
THE TOAST IS . . .
Here's to a long life and a
merry one,
A quick death and an easy one,
A pretty girl and a true one,
A full bottle and another one.
Drink to-day and drown all
sorrow,
Y o u shall perhaps not do it
to-morrow.
Best while you have it use
your breath—
There is no drinking after death.
Here's to the woman with face
so fair,
Framed in a wreath of
beautiful hair.
Pretty red lips as soft as
a rose—
H o w many have kissed them,
God only knows.
W e come into this world all
naked and bare,
We go through this world full
of sorrow and care,
W e go out of this wo r l d ,
we know not where,
But if we're good fellows here,
we'll be thoroughbreds there.
May we breakfast with
Health-
dine with Friendship—crack a
bottle with Mirth—and sup with
the goddess of Contentment.
Here's a health to them that's
awa,
Here's a health to them
that's awa,
An d wha winna wish guid luck
to our cause,
May never guid luck be their
fa' !
ROBERT
BURNS,
Here's a Health.
Drink ye to her that each
loves best,
An d , if you nurse a flame,
That's told but to her mutual
breast,
W e will not ask her name.
THOMAS
CAMPBELL,
Drink ye to Her.
Here, with a cup that's stored
unto the brim,
W e drink this health to you .
SHAKESPEARE,
Pericles Act ii, sc.
3, 1.50.
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