Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.

A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I 'm sure, was in the right.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

Cueillez des aujourd'hui les roses de la vie.

We shall lodge at the sign of the Grave, you say; Well, the road is a long one we trudge, my friend, So why should we grieve at the break of the day? Let us si…