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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Toasts (Miscellaneous)
May we never speak to deceive, nor listen to betray.
May the lamp of friendship be lighted with the oil of sincerity.
May care be a stranger to the honest heart.
Here’s wishing us all more friends and less need of them.
Here’s to love, the only fire against which there is no insurance.
May the hinges of friendship never grow rusty.
May the happiest days of your pastBe the saddest days of your future.
May the road to happiness be lighted by virtue.
May the pleasures of youth never bring us pain in old age.
May we never know want till relief is at hand.
May fortune fill the cup where charity guides the hand.
May we never want bread to make a toast or a good cook to prepare it.
May the sunshine of comfort dispel the clouds of despair.
May we never murmur without cause, and never have cause to murmur.
May Dame Fortune ever smile on you,But never her daughter—Miss Fortune.
May we always look upon the faults of others with the same eye we look upon our own.
May we have the unspeakable good fortune to win a true heart, and the merit to keep it.
May we always be under the orders of General Peace, General Plenty and General Prosperity.
Say why are beauties praised and honored most,The wise man’s passion and the vain man’s Toast.
Pope.
Here’s a sigh to those who love me,And a smile for those who hate;And whatever sky’s above me,Here’s a heart for every fate.
A little health, a little wealth,A little house and freedom,With some few friends for certain ends,But little cause to need ’em.
Here’s to friends both near and far;Here’s to woman, man’s guiding star;Here’s to friends we’ve yet to meet,Here’s to those here, all here I greet;Here’s to childhood, youth, old age;Here’s to prophet, bard and sage,Here’s a health to every one,Peace on earth, and heaven won!
Come in the evening, or come in the morning—Come when you’re looked for, or come without warning;A thousand welcomes you’ll find here before you,And the oftener you come here the more I’ll adore you!
Thomas Moore.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to min’?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And the days o’ auld lang syne?For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yetFor auld lang syne!
Robert Burns.
A garland for the hero’s crest,And twined by her he loves the best;To every lovely lady bright,What can I wish but faithful knight?To every faithful lover, too,What can I wish but lady true?And knowledge to the studious sage;And pillow soft to head of age.To thee, dear school-boy, whom my layHas cheated of thy hour of play,Light task and merry holiday!To all, to each, a fair good-night,And pleasing dreams and slumber light!
Sir Walter Scott.
