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Envy
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,
and the rumors of crabbed old men
all be worth just a penny!
Suns may set and rise again
but us, once our short light has burnt,
we must sleep an endless night.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thousand, then a second hundred,
then without cease another thousand, then a hundred more.
Then, when we will have made many thousands,
let us mix them up, lest we know their number,
so that no evil man can envy us,
once he knows how many kisses we have shared.
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