| Author |
Quotes |
| Old Scotch Saying | Here's to you, as good as you are, And here's to me, as bad as I am; But as good as you are, and as bad as I am, I am as good as your are, as bad as I am. |
| Oliver Herford | Here's to old Adam's crystal ale, Clear sparkling and divine, Fair H2O, long may you flow, We think your health . |
| Oliver Herford | The bubble winked at me, and said, "You'll miss me brother, when you're dead." |
| Philostratus | Drink to me with thine eyes alone; or if thou wilt, having put it to thy lips, fill the cup with kisses, and so give it me. |
| Philostratus | I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to my lips more for thy sake than for drinking. |
| Samuel Clarke Bushnell | I come from good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where Cabots speak only to Lowells, And the Lowells speak only to God. |
| Samuel Clarke Bushnell | I am from Massachusetts, The land of the sacred cod, There the Adamses snub the Abootts And the Cabots walk with God. |
| Sir John Suckling | A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: . . . . She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass. |
| Thomas Campbell | Drink to her that each loves best, And if you nurse a flame That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name. |
| Washington Irving | Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and may you all live long and prosper. |
| William Winter | Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes! Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones! |
| Jonathan Swift | May you live all the days of your life. |
| Lord Alfred Tennyson | First pledge our Queen this solemn night, Then drink to England, every guest, That man's the best Cosmopolite Who knows his native country best. |
| Robert Burns | Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit. |
| Unattributed Author | Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world. |
| Unattributed Author | Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations of the world. |
| Unattributed Author | Our country, however bounded. |
| William Shakespeare | Give me the cups, And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, 'Now the king drinks to Hamlet.' |
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