Or aught, if dearer aught there be.”
Catullus, trans. Hon. J. Lamb, 1821.
To Juventius
“If all complying, thou would’st grant
Thy lovely eyes to kiss, my fair,
Long as I pleased; oh! I would plant
Three hundred thousand kisses there.
Nor could I even then refrain,
Nor satiate leave that fount of blisses,
Tho’ thicker than autumnal grain