Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.
He is praised by some, blamed by others.
Smooth out with wine the worries of a wrinkled brow.
He, who has blended the useful with the sweet, has gained every point .
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.