How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.