I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.
Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae, st. 4
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine.
Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae, st. 4