Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?
My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.