Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
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.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
And last of all comes death.