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The 5th Epigram of Catullus translated.
Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, &c.
Let's live, my dear, like Lovers too,
Nor heed what old Men say or do.
The falling Sun will surely rise,
And dart new Glories through the Skies.
But when we fall, alas! our Light
Will set in everlasting Night.
Come then, let Mirth and am'rous Play
Be all the Business of the Day.
Give me this Kiss—and this—and this!
A hundred thousand more.—Let's kiss
Till we our selves cannot express,
Nor any lurking Spy confess
The boundless measure of our Happiness.
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