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What Shall We Drink?
Here's to golf—for its nineteenth hole!
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine,
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask 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 for thine!
—Ben Jonson
Today is ours; what do we fear?
Today is ours; we have it here!
Let's banish business, banish sorrow.
To the gods belongs tomorrow!
—Cowley
Let the lass be good even if the glass is filled badly.
—Old English Toast
Give the toast, good fellow, be jovial and gay,
And let the brisk moments pass jocund away!
—Anon
Here's to the girl with eyes of brown,
Whose spirit proud you cannot down!
—Anon
May the hinges of friendship never rust or the wings of love
lose a feather.
—Old Scotch Toast
Let's eat, drink and play till the worms do corrupt us,
'Tis certain,"Post mortem nulla voluptas,"
For health, wealth and beauty, wit, learning and sense
Must all come to nothing a hundred years hence.
—Thomas Jordan
Then fill the cup, fill high, fill high!
Let Joy our goblets crown;
We'll bung Misfortune's scowling eye.
And knock Foreboding down!
—Lowell