The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
And last of all comes death.
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.