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.