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What Shall We Drink?
Cursed be the companion of the glass—with a memory!
—Lord Byron
To home—the place where we grumble the most and are
treated the best!
May your shadow never grow less!
—From the Arabian
Here's to undertakers—may they never OVERtake us!
—Henry Stanley Haskins
To Home—a world of strife shut out,a world of love shut in.
—Anon
Come,fill your glass with wine that gleams
As bright as stars above,
And while the generous bumper streams,
Let's toast the girls we love!
—John McNaught(Paraphrased)
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we, too, into the Dust descend.
Dust unto dust, and under dust to lie.
Sans wine, sans song,sans singer and—sans end!
.—"Rubaiyat"(Fitzgerald trans.)
Here's a sigh to those who love me.
And a smile to those who hate.
And whatever sky's above me
Here's a heart for any fate!—Byron
You're beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you re licked that counts.
Buthow did you fight—and WHY?—Henley
Ah,Love! Could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire.
Would we not shatter it to bits—and then
Remould it nearer to the heart's desire!
—"Rubaiyat" (Fitzgerald trans.)
May duty ne'er divert us from our love nor love divert us
from our duty!
—Anon