Fiat justitia, pereat coelum. My toast would be, may our country be always successful, but whether successful or otherwise, always right. See Decatur 258:8, Ferdinand I 320:1.

-Adams,John Quincy
  Letter to  John  Adams,1  Aug.

To the Glorious,Pious, and Immortal Memory of King William theThird,Prince of Orange, who delivered us from Popes and Popery, Knaves and Knavery, Slaves and Slavery, Brass Money, and Wooden Shoes, and He that Will Not Take thisToast May He Be Damn'd,Cramm'd, and Jamm'd Down the Great Gun of Athlone, and the Gun Fired in the Pope's Belly, and the Pope Fired in the Devil's Belly, and the Devil Fired into Hell, and the Door Lock'd, and the Key Forever in the Pocket of a Stout Orangeman. And Here's a Fart for the Bishop of Cork!

-Anonymous
c.1890  'The Orange Toast', traditional Protestant Irish.

Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a'the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', 'Ye are na Mary Morison.'

-Burns, Robert
  'Mary Morison', stanza 2.

As in a month you've got to die If Ko-Ko tells us true, 'Twere empty compliment to cry 'Long life to Nanki-Poo!' But as one month you have to live As fellow-citizen, This toast with three times three we'll giveö 'Long life to youötill then!'

-Gilbert, Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck)
  Pooh-Bah's solo, The Mikado, act1.

The smell of buttered toast simply talked toToad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.

-Grahame, Kenneth
  The Wind in the Willows, ch.8.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too. And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses.

-Mitchell,Joni (RobertaJoan) ne¤  e  Anderson
  'Chelsea Morning'.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean; And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus. Let the toast pass, Drink to the lassö I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass!

-Sheridan, Richard Brinsley
  Song.The School for Scandal, act 3, sc.3.

He could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavourof toastthat alwayshung about her so deliciously.

-Travers, P(amela) L(yndon)
  Michael's impressions of Mary Poppins. Mary Poppins, ch.6.