Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus.—Catullus.
- My Lesbia, let us love and live,
- And to the winds, my Lesbia, give
- Each cold restraint, each boding fear
- Of age and all her saws severe.
- Yon sun now posting to the main
- Will set,—but 'tis to rise again;—
- But we, when once our mortal light
- Is set, must sleep in endless night.
- Then come, with whom alone I'll live,
- A thousand kisses take and give!
- Another thousand!—to the store
- Add hundreds—then a thousand more!
- And when they to a million mount,
- Let confusion take the account,—
- That you, the number never knowing,
- May continue still bestowing—
- That I for joys may never pine,
- Which never can again be mine!
Morning Post, 11 April 1798.
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