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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Love Is All

By Gaius Valerius Catullus (c. 84–c. 54 B.C.)

Associated with the famous passion for Lesbia: Translation of Sir Theodore Martin

LET us, Lesbia darling, still

Live our life, and love our fill;

Heeding not a jot, howe’er

Churlish dotards chide or stare!

Suns go down, but ’tis to rise

Brighter in the morning skies;

But when sets our little light,

We must sleep in endless night.

A thousand kisses grant me, sweet:

With a hundred these complete;

Lip me a thousand more, and then

Another hundred give again.

A thousand add to these, anon

A hundred more, then hurry one

Kiss after kiss without cessation,

Until we lose all calculation;

So envy shall not mar our blisses

By numbering up our tale of kisses.