| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Toasts (To Sweetheart) |
| | | Here’s to one; may she be won. | 1 |
| | May their joys be as deep as the ocean, |
| And their misfortune as light as its foam. |
| 2 |
| May we have the unspeakable good fortune to win a true heart, and the merit to keep it. | 3 |
| | Here’s to the heart |
| Though another’s it be; |
| Here’s to the cheeks, |
| Though they bloom not for me. |
| 4 |
| | Here’s to the wings of love; |
| May they never moult a feather |
| Until your little barque and my little barque |
| Sail down the stream of life together. |
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