War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.
He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.