Item Number: CN.06230
How beautiful is youth, That flees so fleetingly by Let him be who chases joy For tomorrow there is no certainty. Look, oh look, and see their beauty and love. Look at Bacchus and Ariadne So beautiful and how much they are in love. Since deceitful time flees, They are always happy. Joyful little satyrs Of the nymphs enamoured, In ev'ry cave and glad have set traps by the hundred; Now, by Bacchus intoxicated, Dance and leap without end. Let him be who chases joy, For tomorrow there is no certainty.
