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May British tars be, like their ships, hearts of oak.
Old England's wooden walls.
All ships at sea, and all sea-ships.
Success to the fair for manning the Navy.
May the offspring of the brave tar, who falls in the

defence of his country, never want a protector or

home. The British Army. May its distinguishing character. istics be, fortitude in the hour of disaster, courage in the hour of danger, and mercy in the hour of

victory. When honour is to be decided by the sword, may it

never find its way to the heart. May the army of Great Britain never feel dismay at

its enemies. May the soldier never fall a sacrifice but to glory. The Waterloo heroes, and may the widows and chil

dren of those who fell in that memorable battle, never feel distress through their death. May the brave soldier, who never turned his back to

the enemy, never have a friend turn his back to him. The soldier's boast, an unsullied honour. May the arms borne by a soldier never be used in a

bad cause. May the soldier's orphan never want a protector. Beauty without affectation, and virtue without deceit. Love without licentiousness, and pleasure without

parade. May the cautious fair one never be deceived by the

appearance of Love. May Love and Reason be friends, and Beauty and

Prudence marry. May “Lovers' Vows” never endin“ Lover's Quarrels." Her I love best. Sincerity before marriage, and fidelity afterwards. A speedy union to every lad and lass. Beauty's best companion, Modesty. Charms to strike the sight, and merit to win the heart May the honourable lover never be deceived in the

object of his affections.

Love and opportunity.
Love in every breast, liberty in every heart, and learn-

ing in every head.
Long life, pure love, and boundless liberty.
Love without fear, and life without care.
Life, love, liberty, and true friendship.
May the lovers of the fair sex never want means to

support and defend them. May we give way to that which unbends the forc3 of

thought, Love. May the villain who robs a modest female of her vir

tue, outlive every friend. May the joys of the fair give pleasure to the heart. May the sparks of love brighten into a flame. May we be beloved by those we love. May the fair daughters of Britain be resplendent in

beanty, virtue, and honour. May the confidence of love be rewarded with constancy

to its object. May the honourable lover be blessed with the object

of his wishes. The lass we love, and the friend we can trust. The charming companions of beauty, Modesty and

yirtue. The greatest blessing Heaven can send, a good wife. The pillars of Love, Kindness and Constancy. The face that Nature paints, and the heart that knows

no deception. May the generous heart ever meet a chaste mate. When Love attacks the heart, may honour be the pro

poser of a truce. May the union of persons be always founded on that

of hearts. Constancy in love, and sincerity in friendship. Sense to win a heart, and merit to keep it. May the blush of conscious innocence ever deck the

faces of the British fair. May our joys with the fair give pleasure to the heart. May the tempers of wives be suited to those of their


The three great Generals in power--General Peace,

General Plenty, and General Satisfaction. May surrounding nations admire, and prefer the ex

cellence of our arts and manufactures. Success to our army, success to our fleet ;

And our foes be compell’d to bend at our feet. May the laurels of Great Britain never be blighted. May the liberties of man never be clipped by the

sheers of bad economy. May our country ever be, as it always has been, a se

cure asylum to the unfortunate and oppressed. The English rose—may it never be grafted on any

foreign stock. The Sea, and may it always bring a spring tide of joy

to Great Britain. May the tar who loses one eye in defence of his coun

try, never see distress with the other. The tar that sticks like pitch to his duty. The foe well tarred, and tars well feathered. Britain's sheet anchor, her tars, and the wooden walls

of Old England. Should the French come to Dover, may they miss

Deal in their landing. May our brave tars never be in the Fleet (prison). England's bull-dogs-may they be ever ready to re

ceive the enemy in good stile. Long may the foe tremble, and every friend rejoice,

at the arrival of the British fieet. Lots of beef and oceans of grog. May the tars of Old England triumphantly sail, And over its enemies ever prevail. May the Navy of Great Britain never know defeat

but by name. The world's wonder, and Great Britain's pride-her

Navy. May the boat of Pleasure always be steered by the

pilot of Reason. May we never want a Nelson, to show an enemy that

we can beat them with one hand.

May our enemies be pickled in the brine that pre

serves Old England. An arıny that will stand ; but no standing army. Days of ease, and nights of pleasure. The roses of Love without the thorns. Laughing lovers to merry maids. May we kiss whom we please, and please whom we

kiss. May the wings of Love lose every feather. The single married, and the married happy. A Friend, and a bottle to give him. May we never want wine, nor a friend to partake of it.

A drop of good stuff, and a snug party,

To spend the evening social and hearty. Cheerfulness in our cups, content in our minds, and

competency in our pockets. Old wine and young women. Friendly may we part, and quickly meet again. May the evening's amusement always bear the morn

ing's reflection. May the hinges of friendship never rust. May the lamp of friendship be lighted with the oil of

sincerity. May we always have a friend, and know his value. Ability to serve a friend, and honour to conceal it. May we never see an old friend with a new face. May merit never be compelled to beg for reward. May we never break a joke to crack a reputation. Our injuries written in sand, and our friendship in

marble. May our endeavours to please be always crowned with May the heart that sympathizes in the distresses of

others, never sorrow over its own misfortunes alone. May the morning of prosperity shine on the evening

of adversity. May we never want a bait when we fish for content. All Fortune's daughters except the eldest, Mis fortune. Good luck till we are tired of it. Good trade and well paid.


May those we love truly be ever believ'd,

And those who deceive us be ever deceiv'd. The love of liberty, and the liberty of love. May those who enter the rosy paths of matrimony

never meet with thorns. May matrimony and domestic bliss go hand in hand. May we never overleap the bounds of prudence, nor

trespass on the bosom of friendship. Love to one, friendship to a few, and good-will to all. May our love of the glass never make us forget decency: May Fortune resemble the bottle and bowl, and stand

by the man who can't stand by himself. May we act with reason when the bottle circulates. When wine enlivens the heart, may friendship şur

round the bottle. May the moments of mirth be regulated by the dial

of reason. A bottle at night and business in the morning. A hearty supper, a full bottle, and a soft bed, to the

man who fights the battles of his country. Good wine and good company, to the lovers of rea

sonable enjoyment.
May the juice of the rich grape enliven each soul,
And good-humour preside at the head of each bowl.
We meet to be merry, then let us part wise,

Nor suffer the bottle to blind Reason's eyes. Friendship without interest, and love without deceit. Fidelity to our friends, and grace to our enemies. Gratitude to preserve old friends, and good behaviour

to procure new ones. Heaven's best gift--a friend. May friendship draw the cork, and love the curtain. May the bark of friendship never stike on the rock of

deceit. May we be rich in friends rather than money. May friendship, love, and truth, unite. May all honest souls find a friend in need. May we never, by overleaping the bounds of prudence,

trespass upon the limits of friendship.

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