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