"Laugh at all things,
Great and small things,
Sick or well, at sea or shore;
While we're quaffing,
Let's have laughing—
Who the devil cares for more."
Lord Byron.


A toast to your hair, my loved one,
A toast to your beautiful hair!
It rests like a crown
Of unmatchable brown
On your brow so pure and fair.
There's a charm in its lightness,
An air in its brightness,
That tangled my heart in its snare.
Then pledge me, my fair one,
My loved one, my rare one,
A toast to your beautiful hair!
Bayard Bacon.


Woman. The fairest work of the great Author. The edition is large and no man can afford to be without a copy.


He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she.
Shakespeare.


To Friendship—it improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief.—Cicero.