Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
HoraceWhat does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
HoraceCome boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight! Catullus, Selections From Catullus No poems can live long or please that are written by water-drinkers.
Horace