Here's to the lying lips we meet, For truthful lips are bores.

But lying lips are very sweet When lying close to yours!

--_Smart Set._

Drink to Life and the pa.s.sing show, And the eyes of the prettiest girl you know!

Drink, Drink, Drink!

Drink to the girl of your heart; The wisest, the wittiest, the bravest, the prettiest; May you never be far apart.

Here's to the girl-- With dash and whirl-- Who rides about in an auto; Here's to the man Who'll bridle her To ride about as she "ought to."

Here's to love, the only fire against which there is no insurance.

Here's to the la.s.ses we've loved, my lad, Here's to the lips we've pressed; For of kisses and la.s.ses Like liquor in gla.s.ses, The last is always the best.

To Woman--When she is neither too young to be wise, nor too old to be careful.--_Minnie Thomas Antrim._

To Woman--A paradox who puzzles when she pleases and pleases when she puzzles.--_Minnie Thomas Antrim._

TO THE FINEST GIRL I KNOW.

Here's to her whose presence is ever and always near, Here's to her whose large brown eyes make life forever dear; Here's to her whose fair white skin is clear as the whitest snow, Here's to the sweetest of her s.e.x-- The finest girl I know!

Here's to the rim of my lady's gla.s.s, But tipped by her beautiful lip, And here's to the thrill that must certainly pa.s.s From the rim to the base of that fortunate gla.s.s Whenever she takes a sip.

--_Bayard Bacon._

Here's health to you and wealth to you, Honors and gifts a thousand strong; Here's name to you and fame to you, Blessing and joy a whole life long.

But, lest bright Fortune's star grow dim, And sometimes cease to move to you, I fill my b.u.mper to the brim And pledge a lot of love to you!

I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentler s.e.x The seeming paragon.

Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.

--_Edward Coate Pinckney._

TO MY LADY FAIR.

To my lady fair I fill my cup!

To my lady fair With the cheeks so rare Where the dimples dare To tarry; To her footsteps bright So like the flight Of a swallow light And airy-- To my lady fair I fill my cup, To my lady fair I drink it up!--_Bayard Bacon._

Oh, lovely woman! man's great bane And joy! You ne'er can pall!

Source of all pleasure and all pain, And--bless you! worth it all!

--_Lewis._

Drink to fair woman, who, I think, Is most ent.i.tled to it; For if anything could ever drive me to drink, She certainly could do it.--_B. Jabez Jenkins._

Here's to woman, lovely woman-- Gladdest in her gladness when she's glad; Saddest in her sadness when she's sad; But her gladness when she's glad, And her sadness when she's sad, Aren't in it with her badness when she's bad.

I've toasted your eyes of blue, Marie, I've toasted your hair of brown; I've toasted your name with joyous glee To every man in town.

I've done my best, so here's my plea.

Fair lady of winsome frown, Could you decide to make for me My toast of golden brown?

A TOAST OVER THE WEDDING CAKE.

A slice of love; a piece of joy; A chunk of adoration; A sliver of unfailing health, And bridal concentration; An atom of the groom's content; The sweetness of the bride-- And may the crumbs of comfort With both of them abide.

WHEN THE BRIDE BECOMES A MOTHER.

She has planted a family tree that branches forever; let us drink to the dew of its roots and sip the April showers on its buds, and the golden sun that shall never cease to shine on its ripening fruit.