And last of all comes death.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
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.