Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.