May the parched pea never jump out of the frying-pan into the
    fire.

    The three R’s:  Reading, ’Riting, and ’Rithmetic.

    May evil communications never corrupt good manners.

    May the celebrated pin a day, of which we have heard so much,
    always make the groat a year.

    May the groat a year never be unwisely invested in a
    Joint-Stock Company.

    May that man never grow fat
    Who carries two faces under one hat.

    Here’s to the best physicians—­Dr. Diet, Dr. Quiet, and Dr.
    Merryman.

    Here’s to the feast that has plenty of meat and very little
    table-cloth.

    Here’s to the full purse that never lacks friends.

    May fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.

    Here’s to the man who never lets his tongue cut his own
    throat.

    Here’s to the man who never quarrels with his bread and
    butter.

    Here’s to the man who never looks a gift-horse in the mouth.

    Here’s to the old bird that is not to be caught with chaff.

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CONSERVATIVE.

    A health to those ladies who set the example of wearing
    British productions.

    May Her Majesty’s Ministers ever have wisdom to plan our
    institutions, and energy and firmness to support them.

    Confusion to all demagogues.

    May the productions of Britain’s isle never be invaded by
    foreigners.

    May the throne and the altar never want standing armies to
    back them.

    Our old nobility.

    The man who builds up rather than he who pulls down.

    The loyal adherents of the Queen and the true friends of the
    people.

    The equilibrium of State, may it always be preserved.

    The ancient ways.

    Judicious reforms and reformers.

    The universal advancement of the arts and sciences.

    All our independent nobles and noble hearts.

    May the dispensers of justice ever be impartial.

    May French principles never corrupt English manners.

    May the interests of the monarch and monarchy never be thought
    distinct.

    May the worth of the nation be ever inestimable.

    May taxation be lessened annually.

    May the Gallic cock be always clipped by British valour if he
    crows too loud.

    May the sword of justice be swayed by the hand of mercy.

    May the seeds of dissension never find growth in the soil of
    Great Britain.

    May the love of country be imprinted in every Briton’s breast.

    May our statesmen ever possess the justice of a More and the
    wisdom of a Bacon.