My Lesbia, let us love and live,
And to the winds, my Lesbia, give
[[61]]Each cold restraint, each boding fear
Of age and all her saws severe.
Yon sun now posting to the main [5]
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! 10
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, [15]
May continue still bestowing—
That I for joys may never pine,
Which never can again be mine!

? 1794.

FOOTNOTES:

[60:2] First published in the Morning Post, April 11, 1798: included in Literary Remains, 1836, i. 274. First collected in P. W., 1893.

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[Title]] Lines imitated from Catullus. M. P.

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