Ask me, Lesbia, what the sum delightful
Of thy kisses, enough to charm, to tire me?
Multitudinous as the grains on even
Lybian sands aromatic of Cyrene;
'Twixt Jove's oracle in the sandy desert 5
And where royally Battus old reposeth;
Yea a company vast as in the silence
Stars which stealthily gaze on happy lovers;
E'en so many the kisses I to kiss thee
Count, wild lover, enough to charm, to tire me; 10
These no curious eye can wholly number,
Tongue of jealousy ne'er bewitch nor harm them.