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96 Let's seek not to spare then the heart-stirring drink, For though in the barrel the old wine may sink, In its place will fast mellow the young.

I have danced, and to dancing am pledged by a vow! Though no caper or waltz may be raved about now, In a dance that's becoming, whirl round. And he who a nosegay of flowers has dressed, And cares not for one any more than the rest, With a garland of love is aye crowned.

Then once more be merry, and banish all woes! For he who but gathers the blossoming rose, By its thorns will be tickled alone. To-day still, as yesterday, glimmers the star; Take care from all heads that hang down to keep far, And make but the future thine own.

 VANITAS, VANITATUM VANITAS.

nothing have I set my heart, Hurrah! So in the world I bear my part, Hurrah! And whoso will be friend of mine Must join with me, and not decline To clink a glass of wine.

I set my heart on goods and wealth, Hurrah! I lost thereby my nerves and health, Hurrah! The coins they rolled off far and wide. And what with one hand I did hide. In t'other would not bide. 