When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.

Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

While we're talking, time will have meanly run on... pick today's fruits, not relying on the future in the slightest.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own: he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine, the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?