Chapter 1 No.1

Fill the bowl with rosy wine!

Around our temples roses twine!

And let us cheerfully awhile,

Like the wine and roses, smile.

Crowned with roses, we contemn

Gyges' wealthy diadem.

To-day is ours, what do we fear?

To-day is ours; we have it here:

Let's treat it kindly, that it may

Wish, at least, with us to stay.

Let's banish business, banish sorrow;

To the gods belongs to-morrow.