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Kings wine makes gods, and meaner creatures, kings.
—Shakespeare
To woman,the only loved autocrat who elects without voting.
Governs withoutlaw,and decides without appeal! —Anon
If drinking's a sin, I cannot help thinking
Mankind have had sins independent of drinking!
—Neaves
We'll drink tonight with hearts as light
To loves as gay and fleeting
As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim
And break on the lips while meeting!
—Hoffman
Under the art of you.
Parcel and part of you.
Here's to the heart of you!
—Richard Hovey
Here's to the happy man: All the world loves a lover.
—Emerson
Here's to the bride that is to be,
Here's to the groom she'll wed.
May all their troubles be light as bubbles
Or the feathers that make up their bed!
To music,if it make us gay.
But not to music, if it make us pray!
To our Navy—may it never have to fight.
But if it fight, as well may be—
Our Navy—here's to victory!
To them that lie in Flanders fields, a toast!
The lads we loved so well—and miss the most!
To the vanquished—for if they were not they'd be victors!
Let's win the fight and then forget the battle that we fought,
For vict'ry has its losses and vict'ry may be naught!