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String the lyre and fill the cup,
Lest on sorrow we should sup!—W.S. Gilbert
To Pain—that it may never visit us!
Over and over I'll sing this refrain—
In parting let's think of our meeting again!
That you may live to be old and full of mirth,
It's people like you that we need on this earth!
Come,fill my cup until it swim
With foam that overlooks the brim.
Who drinks the deepest? Here's to HIM!
—John Cleveland
To mother—the only one who could have borne me and
borne me!
Here's to baby—man to be—
May he be as fine as thee!
Here's to baby—girl to be—
May she be as sweet as thee!
To the Colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady—
They're sisters under their skins!
—Kipling (Paraphrased)
Here's to the groom with bride so fair.
And here's to the bride with groom so rare!
The cocktail is a pleasant drink.
It's mild and harmless, I don't think!
When you've had one, you call for two,
And then you don't care what you do!
At four I sought my whirling bed.
At eight I woke with such a head—
It is no time for mirth and laughter—
The cold, grey dawn of the morning after!
—George Ade
To the have-beens, the are-nows—and the may-bes! Anon
I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the
wine!
—Chesterton