Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
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.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.