Catullus No. 5

"We should live, my Lesbia, and love

And value all the talk of stricter

Old men at a single penny.

Suns can set and rise again;

For us, once our brief light has set,

There's one unending night for sleeping.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,

Then another thousand, then a second hundred,

Then still another thousand, then a hundred;

Then, when we've made many thousands,

We'll muddle them so as not to know

Or lest some villain overlook us

Knowing the total of our kisses."