For the Holiday Season
Here’s looking at you kid.
Blessed be he whose blood and judgement is so well commingled that he is not a pipe for fortune’s fingers to play what stop she pleases.
May the devil cut off the toes of our foes that we may know them by their limping.
Here’s to plain speaking and clear understanding.
He who has dined with his friends but once knows what it’s like to be Caesar!
To the constitution of the United States and confusion to its enemies.
Here’s to wives and girl friends. May they never meet!
She was only a grave digger’s daughter but you should have seen her under the sod.
May you be in Heaven fifteen minutes before the devil knows you are dead.
Cheers! Down the hatch mate!