Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
And last of all comes death.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
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.