TIME TOASTS
Time tries the troth in everything.
Sed fugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus.
But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be
regained.
Vergil—Georgies. III. 284.
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has
made.
Waller—On the Divine Poems. Epilogue.
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And turn the key of time.
Henry Ktrk White—Time. L. 249.
And let its meaning permeate
Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox—This too shall pass
away.
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III.
Our time is a very shadow that passeth away.
Wisdom of Solomon. II. 5.
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
Wordsworth—Laodamia.
Therefore fear not to assay
To gather, ye that may,
The flower that this day
Is fresher than the next.
Thor. Wyatt—That the Season of Enjoyment
is Short.
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| text = <poem>Nought treads so silent as the foot' of Time;
Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 497.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss: to give it then a tongue
Is wise in man.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 55.
Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Yowto—Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 390.
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Time is eternity;
Pregnant with all eternity can give;
Pregnant with all that makes archangels smile.
Who murders Time, he crushes in the birth
A power ethereal, only not adorn'd.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 107.
Time wasted is existence, used is life.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 149.
We push time from us, and we wish him, back;
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Life we think long and short; death seek and
shun.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 174.
In leaves, more durable than leaves of brass,
Writes our whole history.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 275.
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We see time's furrows on another's brow,
How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Yovug—Night Thoughts. Night V. L. 627.
In records that defy the tooth of time.
Young—The Statesman's Creed.
TOASTS
Lift, lift the full goblet—away with all sorrow—
The circle of friendship what freedom would
sever?
To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow—
Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
Franklin P. Adams—Impromptu Lines on
July Fourth.
Waes-hael! for Lord and Dame!
O! merry be their Dole;
Drink-hael! in Jesu's name,
And fill the tawny bowl.
King Arthur's Waes-Hael. ,
The wind that blows, the ship that goes
And the lass that loves a sailor.
Popular Toast in England about 1820.
Here's a health to poverty; it sticks by us
when all friends forsake us.
Toast given in the Boston Bee.
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
Burns—The Selkirk Grace. As attributed to
him.
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.
The Selkirk Grace, in the MSS. of Dr. Plume,
of Maldon, Essex, in a handwriting of about
1650.
I am from Massachusetts,
The land of the sacred cod,
Where the Adamses snub the Abbotts
And the Cabots walk with God.
Samuel C. Bushnell—Toast at the Harvard
Alumni dinner at Waterbury.
I come from good old Boston,
The home of the bean and the cod,
Where Cabots speak only to Lowells,
And the Lowells speak only to God.
Samuel C. Bushnell. Another rendering
of his Toast. For answer to same see Jones.
