Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
And last of all comes death.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.