All that love can give, and sensibility enjoy.

    A speedy union to every lad and lass.

    Beauty’s best companion—­Modesty.

    Beauty, innocence, and modest merit.

    Beauty without affectation, and virtue without deceit.

    Community of goods, unity of hearts, nobility of sentiment,
    and truth of feeling to the lovers of the fair sex.

    Charms to strike the sight, and merit to win the heart.

    Constancy in love, and sincerity in friendship.

    Here’s a health to the maid that is constant and kind,
    Who to charms bright as Venus’s adds Diana’s mind. 
    I’ll toast Britain’s daughters—­let all fill their glasses—­
    Whose beauty and virtue the whole world surpasses. 
    May blessings attend them, go wherever they will,
    And foul fall the man that e’er offers them ill.

    Love without deceit, and matrimony without regret.

    Love’s garlands:  may they ever entwine the brows of every
    true-hearted lover.

    Lovely woman—­man’s best and dearest gift of life.

    Love to one, friendship to a few, and good-will to all.

    Long life, pure love, and boundless liberty.

    May love and reason be friends, and beauty and prudence marry.

    May the lovers of the fair sex never want the means to defend
    them.

    May the sparks of love brighten into a flame.

    May the joys of the fair give pleasure to the heart.

    May we be loved by those whom we love.

    May we kiss whom we please, and please whom we kiss.

    May the bud of affection be ripened by the sunshine of
    sincerity.

    May a virtuous offspring succeed to mutual and honourable
    love.

    May the presence of the fair curb the licentious.

    May the confidence of love be rewarded with constancy in its
    object.

    May the honourable lover attain the object of his wishes.

    May the lovers of the fair be modest, faithful, and kind.

    May the wings of love never lose a feather.

    May the blush of conscious innocence ever deck the faces of
    the British fair.

    May the union of persons always be founded on that of hearts.

    May the generous heart ever meet a chaste mate.

    May the temper of our wives be suited to those of their
    husbands.

    May true passion never meet with a slight.

    May every woman have a protector, but not a tyrant.

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BACCHANALIAN.

    May we act with reason when the bottle circulates.

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

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