2 Latin Poems

XVIII
A Thousand Kisses (v)
Let us live my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us reckon all the gossip of rather harsh old men at one as! Suns can set and return: for us, when once our brief light has set, there is one everlasting night to be slept. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then another thousand, then a second thousand, then another thousand without stopping, then a hundred. Then, when we have made many thousands, we shall confuse the total, so that we don't know, nor can any malicious person cast an evil eye [upon us], since he knows that [the number] of kisses is so many.

XIX
A Lover's Promise (lxx)
My woman says that she prefers to wed no-one [more] than me, not even if Jupiter himself were to ask her. So she says: but one should write on the wind or on running water, what a woman says to her yearning lover.