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XV. FROM CATULLUS. (II)
TO LESBIA.
Live we, love we, Lesbia mine:—Graver counsels we decline;
Prizing at a farthing's price
Worn-out sages' chill advice.
Suns may set and suns rise burning;
Life's short day sees no returning,
Doom'd henceforth of Fate to keep
One sure everlasting sleep.
—Come a thousand kisses pour:
Add a hundred to the store;
Then a thousand thousand more;
Let the count past counting go,
Lest our own delights we know:
Lest some ill eye scan our blessings,
Envying Love's untired caressings.
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