Miranda in Miranda's sight is old, gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty.
Ogden NashHere's a toast to the roast that good fellowship lends, with the sparkle of beer and wine; May its sentiment always be deeper, my friends, than the foam at the top of the stein. Then here's to the heartening wassail, wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.
Ogden Nash