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Catullus imitated. Ep. 5.
While Life, my Dear, remains, enjoy thy Charms,And deaf to Censure, take me to thy Arms;
The Evening Sun descends into the Main,
And sets, to rise with brighter Beams again;
The Lilly folds her Beauties up at Night,
And opens fairer to the morning Light:
But you, to charm no more, resign your Breath,
And sleeping, moulder in eternal Death;
For a few Years the vital Oil may burn,
And to your native Nothing you return:
Wherefore let's love this fleeting Life away,
And laugh at what ill-natur'd Churchmen say:
O let me on thy panting Breast recline,
And press my burning, humid Lips to thine;
A thousand Kisses let me first implore,
And after them a thousand thousand more;
A thousand thousand let me still repeat,
Till my Joys grow as numberless as great,
Till envious Tongues in their Account are crost,
And magick in her secret Art is lost.
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