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.

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

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

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

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.