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.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.