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Toasts
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When love grows cold,'tis wine still warms me,
When friends are fled,'tis wine that charms me.
To lawyers—who can win for us!
To bachelors—who ought to know better
That, doubled, a drink is the wetter!
A bumper to the oflBce boy.
To whom all men are one;
He turns aside the millionaire.
He turns aside the bum!
—R.W.Criswell
May we ever escape boredom—and bores;
May we ever escape soredom—and sores;
And if we meet either—
I hope we meet neither!—
May it be in a place without doors!
Here's to our critics—who convince us only the more of our
virtues!
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Now to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, extravagant queen.
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass.
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove
An excuse for the glass.—Sheridan
Here's to our hostess.
Whose labors to please
Now make her our toastess
For not serving us teas!
Here's all that's fine to you!
Books and old wine to you!
Girls be divine to you!
—Richard Hovey
To woman—you can't live with her and you can't live with
out her!
—Anon