My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.
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.
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.