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Song XXIX. Out of Catallus .

1

My Lesbia, let us live and love,
Let crabbed Age talk what it will.
The Sun when down, returns above,
But we, once dead, must be so still.

2

Kiss me a thousand times, and then
Give me a hundred kisses more,
Now kiss a thousand times agen,
Then t'other hundred as before.

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3

Come a third thousand, and to those
Another hundred kisses fix;
That done, to make the sweeter close,
Wee'l millions of kisses mix.

4

And huddle them together so,
That we our selves shan't know how many,
And others can't their number know,
If we should envy'd be by any.

5

And then, when we have done all this,
That our pleasures may remain,
Wee'l continue on our bliss,
By unkissing all again.

6

Thus wee'l love, and thus wee'l live,
While our posting minutes fly,
Wee'l have no time to vex or grieve,
But kiss and unkiss till we die.