Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49.

Poem by Richard Lovelace


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.


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.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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