LET THE TOAST PASS Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen, Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting extravagant queen, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize, Now to the maid who has none, sir, Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And here's to the nymph with but one, sir! Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow, And to her that's as brown as a berry; Here's to the wife, with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim, Young or ancient, I care not a feather; So fill the pint bumper quite up to the brim, And let us e'en toast them together: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. -- Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751-1816) >From "The School for Scandal"