Bacchanalian Toasts


May good fortune resemble the bottle,
And stand by the man who can’t stand by himself.

May we never want wine, nor a friend to partake of it.

May our love of the glass never make us forget decency.

May the juice of the grape enliven each soul,
And good humour preside at the head of each bowl.

May mirth exalt the feast.

May we always get mellow with good wine.

May the moments of mirth be regulated by the dial of reason.

Champagne to our real friends, and real pain to our sham friends.

Come, every man now give his toast—
Fill up the glass—I’ll tell you mine:
Wine is the mistress I love most!
This is my toast—now give me thine.

Cheerfulness in our cups, content in our minds, and competency in our pockets.

Come, fill the glass and drain the bowl:
May Love and Bacchus still agree;
And every Yankee warm his soul
With Cupid, Wine, and Liberty.

Good-humor: and may it ever smile at our board.

Full bags, a fresh bottle, and a beauty.

Good wine and good company to the lovers of reasonable enjoyment.

A friend and a bottle to give him.

A hearty supper, a good bottle, and a soft bed to every man who fights the battles of his country.

A full purse, a fresh bottle, and beautiful face.

A full bottle and a friend to partake of it.

A drop of good stuff and a snug social party,
To spend a dull evening, gay, social, and hearty.

A mirth-inspiring bowl.

A full belly, a heavy purse, and a light heart.

A bottle at night and business in the morning.

Beauty, wit, and wine.

Clean glasses and old corks.

Wine: may it be our spur as we ride over the bad roads of life.

While we enjoy ourselves over the bottle, may we never drive prudence out of the room.

Wine—for there’s no medicine like it.

Wine—the parent of friendship, composer of strife,
The soother of sorrow, the blessing of life.

Wine: the bond that cements the warm heart to a friend.


These toasts are taken from Routledge's Manual of Etiquette.





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