Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl,

Then sleep the sorrows of our soul.

Let us drink the juice divine,

The gift of Bacchus, god of wine.

When I take wine, my cares go to rest.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.