-- Catullus 5
Let us live and let us love, my Lesbia
The weighty rumors and age
Let us value all that are near!
they are only able to perish and revert
Once our brief light falls,
night is perpetual in sleep.
Give to me a thousand kisses, then one hundred,
then another thousand, then a second hundred,
then all the time another thousand, then one hundred.
Then, we will make with many thousands,
we will confuse that man, we will not know,
but which he is not able to envy bad,
with much he knows to be kisses.
