Carpe Diem

Man reaches scarce a hundred, yet his tears

Would fill a lifetime of a thousand years.

When days are short and night’s long hours

move slow,

Why not with lamp in search of

pleasure go?

This day alone gives sure enjoyment – this!

Why then await tomorrow’s doubtful bliss?

Fools grudge to spend their wealth while

life abides,

And then posterity their thrift derides.

We cannot hope, like Wang Tzú-ch’iao

to rise

And find a paradise beyond the skies.

Anon, 1st cent. B.C.

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