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.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
And last of all comes death.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.