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.
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.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!