Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.
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.
And last of all comes death.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
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.