Gaudeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus; Post icundum iuventutem, Post molestam senectutem Nos habebit humus. |
Let us therefore rejoice, While we are young; After our youth, After a troublesome old age The ground will hold us. | |
Vita nostra brevis est, Brevi finietur; Venit mors velociter, Rapit nos atrociter; Nemini parcetur. |
Our life is brief, It will shortly end; Death comes quickly, Cruelly snatches us; No-one is spared. | |
Ubi sint qui ante nos In mundo fuere? Vadite ad superos, Transite in inferos Hos si vis videre. |
Where are those who before us Existed in the world? You may go up to the gods, You may cross into the underworld If you wish to see them. | |
Vivat academia, Vivant professores, Vivat membrum quodlibet, Vivat membra quaelibet; Semper sint in flore! |
Long live the university, Long live the teachers, Long live each male student, Long live each female student; May they always flourish! | |
Vivat et republica Et qui illam regit. Vivat nostra civitas, Maecenatum caritas Quae nos hic protegit. |
Long live the state And those who rule it. Long live our city, And the charity of benefactors Which protects us here. | |
Vivant omnes virgines, Faciles, formosae! Vivant et mulieres, Tenerae, amabiles, Bonae, laboriosae. |
Long live all young women, Easy and beautiful! Long live wives as well, Tender, loveable, Honest, hardworking. | |
Pereat tristitia, Pereant osores. Pereat diabolus, Quivis antiburschius Atque irrisores! |
Perish sadness, Perish haters. Perish the devil, Whoever is against the student fraternity, As well those who mock us! | |
Quis confluxus hodie Academicorum? E longinquo convenerunt, Protinusque successerunt In commune forum. |
Who has gathered now Of the university? They gather from long distances, Immediately joining Our common forum. | |
Vivat nostra societas, Vivant studiosi! Crescat una veritas, Floreat fraternitas, Patriae prosperitas. |
Long live our fellowship, Long live the studious! May truth and honesty thrive, Flourish with our fraternity, And our homeland be prosperous. | |
Alma Mater floreat, Quae nos educavit; Caros et commilitones, Dissitas in regiones Sparsos, congregavit. |
May our Alma Mater thrive, That which educated us; Dear ones and comrades, Who we let scatter afar, Let us assemble.
Okay, and now it's thrown the text box off. Oh, joy. Anyway, so I was wrong. It wasn't so much about students complaining about their homework and their professors as it is about the shortness of life and their determination to enjoy it while they can. Which leads us to the comparison that they, like Dr. Faust, want to feel as much as they can.
Let's see if I can find a video of it and restore my wonky text box.
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Well, I aligned my text box again, but the embedded video player is off. If it doesn't play, anyway, just look it up on YouTube and you'll find tons of videos. If you're interested, which I highly doubt.
How's that for interactive, Dr. Brewton???
In Pace Christi,
Elyse
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