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.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.