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AD JUVENCIUM. CAT. EP. 49.
Mellitos oculos tuos, Juvenci, Si quis me sinat usque basiare, Usque ad millia basiem trecenta; Nec unquam videat satur futurus: Non si densior aridis aristis, Sit nostrae seges osculationis.
TO JUVENCIUS.
Juvencius, thy fair sweet eyes If to my fill that I may kisse, Three hundred thousand times I'de kisse, Nor future age should cloy this blisse; No, not if thicker than ripe ears The harvest of our kisses bears.
Richard Lovelace
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