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Toasts
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God grant us good, whether or not we pray,
But e'en from praying souls keep bad away.
—Anon
May all your pain be sham pain, and aU your champagne
real!
—Anon
He who drinketh strong beer and goes to bed right mellow.
Lives as he ought to live and dies a hearty fellow.
—Old English Song
Why measure all your good in gold?
No rope of sand is weaker;
'Tis hard to get, 'tis hard to hold—
Come,lad, fill up your beaker!
—Mark Lemon
Hand round the wine—
The past is mine!—Ednah Robinson
May the work that you have be the play that you love.
—Geberding
Here's to the whole world,for fear thatsome fool will be sore
because he's left out!
—Anon
Come,love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full,
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
—Shakespeare
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One word ere yet the evening ends,
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Let's close it with a parting rhyme,
And pledge a hand to all our friends
As fits this merry Christmas time!
—Thackeray
Here's to our home.
And here's to our club.
But not to the home
Where the club waits the "hub!"
—Phil McAllister
May good heads be preferred to fine heads!
—Old English Toast