Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
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.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
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.