Quotes from Anacreon

Carve for me, O admirable artist, the pleasant cup of Spring.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

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

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.

Bring water, bring wine, boy! Bring flowering garlands to me! Yes, bring them, so that I may try a bout with love.

Boy with a maiden's glance, I seek you out, but you hear not, Unknowing that you are the charioteer Of my soul.

And, on the ocean's crystal mirror,

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.

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

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

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

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

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.

And last of all comes death.

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.