THE TOAST IS
Here's to a long life and a merry one, A quick death and an easy one, A full bottle and another one.
We come into this world all naked and bare. We go through this world full of sorrow and care. We go out of this world, we know not where. But if we're good fellows here, we'll be thorough breds there.
Drink today and drown all sorrow. You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow. Best while you have it use your breath— There is no drinking after death.
" May we breakfast with Health—dine with Friendship —crack a bottle with Mirth —and sup with the goddess of Contentment."
Here's to the woman with face so fair. Framed in a wreath of beauti ful hair. Pretty red lips as soft as a rose— How many have kissed them, God only knows.
Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim. We drink this health to you. —Shakespeare, Pericles, Act ii, sc 3, 1.50.
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