Текст оригинала на английском языке
Quickly pass the social glass, Hence with idle sorrow! No delay---enjoy today, Think not of tomorrow! Life at best is but a span, Let us taste it whilst we can; Let us still with smiles confess, All our aim is happiness! Childish fears, and sighs and tears Still to us are strangers; Why destroy the bud of joy With ideal dangers? Let the song of pleasure swell; Care with us shall never dwell; Let us still with smiles confess, All our aim is happiness!
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