May our love of the glass never make us forget decency.

    May the juice of the grape enliven each soul,
    And good humour preside at the head of each bowl.

    May mirth exalt the feast.

    May we always get mellow with good wine.

    May the moments of mirth be regulated by the dial of reason.

    Champagne to our real friends, and real pain to our sham
    friends.

    Come, every man now give his toast—­
      Fill up the glass—­I’ll tell you mine: 
    Wine is the mistress I love most! 
      This is my toast—­now give me thine.

    Cheerfulness in our cups, content in our minds, and competency
    in our pockets.

    Come, fill the glass and drain the bowl: 
      May Love and Bacchus still agree;
    And every Briton warm his soul
      With Cupid, Wine, and Liberty.

    Good-humour:  and may it ever smile at our board.

    Full bags, a fresh bottle, and a beauty.

    Good wine and good company to the lovers of reasonable
    enjoyment.

    A friend and a bottle to give him.

    A hearty supper, a good bottle, and a soft bed to every man
    who fights the battles of his country.

    A full purse, a fresh bottle, and beautiful face.

    A full bottle and a friend to partake of it.

    A drop of good stuff and a snug social party,
    To spend a dull evening, gay, social, and hearty.

    A mirth-inspiring bowl.

    A full belly, a heavy purse, and a light heart.

    A bottle at night and business in the morning.

    Beauty, wit, and wine.

    Clean glasses and old corks.

    Wine:  may it be our spur as we ride over the bad roads of life

    While we enjoy ourselves over the bottle, may we never drive
    prudence out of the room.

    Wine—­for there’s no medicine like it.

    Wine—­the parent of friendship, composer of strife,
    The soother of sorrow, the blessing of life.

    Wine:  the bond that cements the warm heart to a friend.

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COMIC.

    May the tax-gatherer be forgiven in another world.

    To the early bird that catches the worm.

    To the bird in the hand that is worth two in the bush.

    Our native, land:  may we never be lawfully sent out of it.

    Sound hearts, sound sovereigns, and sound dispositions.

    The Queen, and may true Britons never be without her likeness
    in their pockets.

    The land we live in:  may he who doesn’t like it leave it.

    The three great Generals in power—­General Peace, General
    Plenty, and General Satisfaction.

    The Bank of England’s passport to travel with, and the Queen’s
    picture for a companion.