May the temper of our wives be suited to those of their husbands.
May true passion never meet with a slight.
May every woman have a protector, but not a tyrant.
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BACCHANALIAN.
May we act with reason when the bottle circulates.
May good fortune resemble the bottle and bowl,
And stand by the man who can't stand by himself.
May we never want wine, nor a friend to partake of it.
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.