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H03IE BREWED WINES, BEERS, LiIQUEURS, ETC.
May we either say nothing of the
absent, or speak of them like a friend.
The first duty of bachelors—to ringi
the city belles.
May good fortune follow you all your
days (and never catch irp with you).
The grace that every man desires—
the good graces of woman.
May the barque of friendship never
founder in the well of deception.
May we have the wit to discover
what is true and practice what is good.
Here's to one another and one other
whoever he or she may be.
May true love always gain its object.
May those who are single get wives
to their mind:
And those who are married true hap
piness find.
May the chicken never be hatched
that will scratch on your grave.
May the sons of freedom increase
and multiply.
Hay friendship propose the toast,
and sincerity drink it.
May we never make a sword of our
tongues to wound the reputation of
others.
May your wine add wings to old
time, but not make us insensible of
his flight.
May the best day we have seen be
the worst that is to come.
May we always mingle in the friend
ly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of
soul.
Fill the bumper fair!
Every drop we sprinkle
O'er the brow of Care
Smooths away a wrinkle.
While we live let us live in clover.
For when we're dead we're dead all
over.
May we never give way to melan
choly, but always be merry in the right
place.
May we ever be able to serve a friend
and noble enough to conceal it.
Wit—a very cheap commodity when
uttered at the expense of good breed
ing and good sense.
Here's to you—may you always be
good, but not too good.
To the lady we love and the friend
we trust.
Here's to the American Eagle—the
liberty bird that permits no liberties.
The man we love—he who thinks
most good and speaks less ill of his
neighbor.
May we never murmur without cause.
n6VGr nav© causo to murmur.
Here's to the merry old world
And the days—be they bright or
blue—
Here's to the Fates, let them bring
what they may—
But the best of them—that's you!
Here's a toast to all who are here.
No matter where you're from;
May the best days you have seen
Be worse than your worst to come.
I drink it as the fates ordain it.
Come, fill it, and have one with
rhymes;
Pill up the lonely glass, and drain it
In merpory of dear old times.
Happy are we met,
Happy have we been,
Happy may we part.
And happy meet again.
May Dame Fortune ever smile on
you; but never her daughter—Miss
Fortune.
Come, come, good wine is a good
familiar creature, if it be well used.
Here's to the girls of the American
shore,
I love but one, I love no more;
Since she's not here to drink her part
I drink her share with all my heart!
The land we live in—let him who
doesn't like it leave it.
Industry—the right hand of fortune,
the grave of care and, the cradle of
content.
May we kiss whom we please.
And please whom we kiss.
Merit to gain a heart, and sense to
keep it.
Money to him that has the spirit to
use it.
More friends and less need of them.
May those who deceive us, be always
deceived:
May the sword of justice be swayed
by the hand of mercy.
May the brow of the brave never
want a wreath.
May we be slaves to nothing but our
duty, and friends to nothing but real
merit.
May he that turns his back on his
friend, fail into the hands of his enemy.
May honor be the commander when
love takes the field.
May reason guide the helm when
passion blows the gale.
May those who would enslave become
slaves themselves.
May genius and merit never want a
friend.
May the road to happiness be lighted
by virtue.
THE END