Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
And last of all comes death.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.