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What Shall We Drink?
Here's to thee and thy folks!
May they love me and my folks
As much as me and my folks
Love thee and thy folks!
—Anon
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!
"Rubaiyat"(Richard LeGallienne trans.)
Fill up the bowl, upon my soul.
Your troubles you'll forget, sir.
If it takes more, fill twenty score.
Till you have drowned regret, sir!
—Alfred Breun
Who loves not wine, woman and song.
He is a fool his whole life long!
—Thackeray, after the German
Here's to the prettiest.
Here's to the wittiest.
Here's to the truest of aU who are true;
Here's to the sweetest one.
Here's to the neatest one.
Here's to them all in one—here's to you!
—Anon
To the model husband—always some other woman's!
—Anon
Here's to the man who loves his wife.
And loves his wife alone.
For many a man loves another man's wife
When he should be loving his own!
—Anon
Here's to thine and here's to mine!
Now's the time to clink it!
Here's a flagon of old wine
And here we are to drink it!
—Hovey