Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.

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.

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

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.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.