How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
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.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
And last of all comes death.