Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.

Come in the evening, or come in the morning,
Come when you are looked for, or come without warning,
A thousand welcomes you will find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you.

Do you love me
Or do you not?
You told me once
But I forgot.

Here's to Cupid, the little squirt,
He's lost his pants, he's lost his shirt,
He's lost most everything but his aim,
Which shows that love is a losing game.

Here's to Fertility--toast of agriculture and the bane of love.

Here's to love and unity,
Dark corners and opportunity.

Here's to love, that begins with a fever and ends with a yawn.

Here's to the one and only one,
And may that one be he
Who loves but one and only one,
And my that one be me.

Here's to the land we love and the love we land.

Here's to the woman who is thrifty,
And knows it is folly to yearn,
And picks out a lover of fifty,
Because he has money to burn.

Here's to the pictures on my desk. May they never meet.

Here's to the wings of love--
May they never moult a feather;
Till my big boots and you little shoes
Are under the bed together. Here's to the water,
wishing it were wine
Here's to you, my darling
Wishing you were mine.

Here's to you,
May you live as long as you want to
May you want to as long you live.

Here's to you who halves my sorrows and doubles my joys.

I have known many,
liked a few,
Loved one--
Here's to you!

Let us drink to love,
Which is nothing
Unless it is divided by two.

Love doesn't make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

May love draw the curtain and friendship the cork.

May we kiss those we please and please those we kiss.

The love you give away is the only love you keep.

Here's to Eve--mother of our race;
Who wore a fig leaf in just the right place.
And here's to Adam--daddy of us all;
Who was Johhny-on-the-spot,
When the leaves began to fall.

Here's to the game they call Ten Toes
It's played all over town.
The girls all play with ten toes up,
The boys with ten toes down.

Here's to the girl who lives on the hill,
She won't do it but her sister will.
So here's to her sister.

Here's to the night I met you.
If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have let you.
Now that I've let you, I'm glad that I met you.
And I'll let you again, I bet you!

Here's to you, so sweet and good.
God made you; I wish I could.

Hogamus Higamus
Men are Polygamous
Higamous Hogamus
Women Monogamous.

Today's the day,
Tonight's the night.
We've shot the stork--
So you're all right.