Quam quoniam poenam misero proponis amori,
Numquam iam posthac basia surripiam.
LXXXXVIIII.
To Juventius.
E'en as thou played'st, from thee snatched I (O honied Juventius!)
Kisslet of savour so sweet sweetest Ambrosia unknows.
Yet was the theft nowise scot-free, for more than an hour I
Clearly remember me fixt hanging from crest of the Cross,
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