War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
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.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.