Warden, Past Masters.
Thank you for inviting the Upper Warden and I to this Past Masters lunch. Adrian kindly invited me to say a few words, so if you will forgive me, I borrowed a few, suitably amended, which I suspect you will recognise.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
We that dine this day, and come safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse at the name of Crispian.
We that shall dine this day, and see old age,
Will yearly at the lunch feast our fellow Past Masters
And say "To-day is Saint Crispian."
Then will we draw our napkin, and raise our glass
And say "This lunch I had on Crispin's day."
Old age forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But we'll remember, with advantages,
What lunch we had this day.
Then shall our names, Familiar in mouth as household words—
Andrew the Master, Shears and Curry,
Wootton and Taylor, Coward and Garnett—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good Past Master teach his Fletchers;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of Fletchers;
For you to-day that dine with me
Shall be my Past Masters; be you ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle your condition;
And Past Masters in England now at home
Shall think themselves unfortunate they were not here,
And call their meal cheap whiles any eats
That dined with us upon Saint Crispin's day.