Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
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.
How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.