Juventius, if anyone should let me
kiss all the time your honey-sweet eyes
then I would kiss them continuously up
to three-hundred thousand times and
I would never seem to be satisfied
not even if the crop of our kisses
should be thicker than dry ears of corn.

Mellītōs oculōs tuōs, Iuventī,
sī quis mē sinat ūsque bāsiāre,
ūsque ad mīlia bāsiem trecenta,
nec numquam videar satur futūrus,
nōn sī dēnsior āridīs aristīs
sit nostrae seges ōsculātiōnis.

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