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.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
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.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.