A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather; The world is good and the people are good, And we're all good fellows together.

And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie.

Here's to the red of it, There's not a thread of it, No, not a shred of it, In all the spread of it, From foot to head, Not heroes bled for it, Faced steel and lead for it, Precious blood shed for it, Bathing in red.

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.

What baron or squire Or knight of the shire Lives half so well as a holy friar.

Some of the best navigators in the world are London taxi cab drivers. They have to learn 25,000 streets and how to get from one to the other.