If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
What with your friend you nobly share, At least you rescue from your heir.
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
Don't long for the unripe grape.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!