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Song XXIX. Out of Catallus .
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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.
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Kiss me a thousand times, and thenGive me a hundred kisses more,
Now kiss a thousand times agen,
Then t'other hundred as before.
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Come a third thousand, and to thoseAnother hundred kisses fix;
That done, to make the sweeter close,
Wee'l millions of kisses mix.
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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.
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And then, when we have done all this,That our pleasures may remain,
Wee'l continue on our bliss,
By unkissing all again.
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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.
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