I’m sitting here sipping my scotch and my interest was renewed in the art of the toast. Here’s some of the favorite’s I’ve found.
“Health to the sick
Honor to the brave
Success to the lover
Freedom to the slave”
“Here’s to a long live and a merry one;
A quick death and an easy one;
A pretty girl and an honest one;
A cold beer and another one.”
Add to the collection, dopers!
Here’s to you and here’s to me,
May we never disagree.
But if we do,
The hell with you,
Here’s to me!
Montrose’s Toast
He either fears his fate too much
or his rewards are small
Who dare not put it to the touch
to win or lose it all.
I have found this toast useful on a wide variety of occasions. 
“Here’s to our wives and sweethearts–may they never meet!”
“Here’s to us, because no-one else is likely to.”
“To absent friends.”
I offered my honor
She honored my offer
And all night long
I was on her and off her
Hmm, not so much a toast, but I’ve only heard it said while drinking.
More of a blessing before a meal:
"Some hae meat
And cannae eat
Some hae no meat
That want it.
But we hae meat
And we can eat,
And sae the Lord
Be thankit.
Traditional Irish toast:
“And here’s to the Council of Trent, that put the fasting on the meat and not on the drink!”
“Champagne to all your true friends, and true pain to all your sham friends”.
“Confusion to the British!” (not sure where I heard that one)
Here’s a couple from my camping days:
“Heres to it and from it and to it again.
If you don’t do when you get to it
You may never get to it again.”
(I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean)
And,
“Here’s to heat.
Not the kind that ignites and burns down shanties.
But the kind that excites and brings down panties.”
In rugby, we had a variation of this:
Here’s to you and here’s to me,
The best of friends we’ll always be!
And if you decide to shit on me,
The fuck you, bitch
And here’s to me!
Then there’s the toast Quint offered in Jaws…
“Here’s to swimmin’ with bow-legged women!”
Here’s to golden days and purple nights
Here’s to the men we love
Here’s to the men who love us
If the men we love don’t love us
Then fuck the men and here’s to us!
Around my group, it’s “Confusion to the French!”
I think Frank Sinatra had a general purpose variance of the “confusion toast.”
“Here’s to the confusion of our enemies”
A toast! To bread! For without bread, we would have no toast!
My toast at my brother’s wedding was Bob Dylan’s version of Forever Young. I did a decent job of reciting all the verses from memory, and there were few dry eyes after.
One of the verses:
Here’s to our enemies
May God turn their hearts
And if he cannot turn their hearts
May he turn their ankles
So we may know them by their limp
After several other toast have been raised,
Let us drink to what we all drink to eventually.
To drunkenness!
Here’s to our mothers and fathers,
who concieved us,
while thinking of something else.
There’s also a french toast.
“To bread, eggs, milk and cinnemon!”