Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
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.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
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.