Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
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.
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.