Let us seize, friends, our opportunity from the day as it passes.
Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.
He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.
And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.
Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.