May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve lose a feather.

I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair that, like the air, 'Tis less of earth than heaven.

Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world.

Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to sand still--and they obeyed.

The bubble winked at me, and said, "You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."

Some have meat but cannot eat; Some could eat but have no meat; We have meat and can all eat; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.