Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.