Come…let us live and love,
nor give a damn what sour old men say.
The sun that sets may rise again
but when our light has sunk into the earth,
it is gone forever.
Give me a thousand kisses,
then a hundred, another thousand,
and in one breath
still kiss another thousand,
O then with lips and bodies joined
many deep thousands;
so that poor fools and cuckolds (envious
even now) shall never
learn our wealth and curse us
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