Gaudeamus, igitur,
Iuvenes dum sumus...
Vita nostra brevis est,
Brevi finietur;
Venit mors velociter,
Rapit nos atrociter:
Nemini parcetur.
Vivat academia,
Vivant professores;
Vivat membrum quodlibet,
Vivant membra quaelibet :
Semper sint in flore !
For smoke is our nostrils' breath, and thought a sparkle kindled by our moving hearts; which, when extinguished, our body shall turn into ashes, and our soul shall fade away as thinnest air...
Wisdom of Solomon, Second Chapter
