I love the last verse of John Hartford's "Gentle on My Mind":

I pull my cup of soup back from a gurgling, crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a dusty coal-pile and my dirty hat pulled low across my eyes
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you in my arms and find
That you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memories
Ever smiling, ever gentle on my mind

And from Flanders and Swann:

Have some Madeira, m'dear, you really have nothing to fear
I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right
You shouldn't take spirits at this time of night
But have some Madeira, m'dear

and of course, the last lines of the song:

"Have some Madeira, m'dear,"
The sound seemed to ring in her ear
Until the next morning she woke in her bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head
And a beard at her earlobe* which tickled and said
"Have some Madeira, m'dear"

*"lug hole" in the original--which is funnier, but most of us Yanks wouldn't understand it.

And a bunch of lines by Kris Kristofferson

Charles