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.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.