To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine,Surely such clay is more than half divine--'Tis only fools speak evil of the clay,The very stars are made of clay like mine.

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.