1

My Lesbia , let us live and love,
 Let crabbed Age talk what it will,
The Sun when down returns above,
 But we, once dead, must be so still.

2

Kiss me a thousand times, and then
 Give me a hundred kisses more,
Now kiss a thousand times agen,
 Then t' other hundred as before.

3

Come a third thousand, and to those
 Another hundred kisses fix;
That done, to make the sweeter close,
 Wee'l millions of kisses mix.

4

And huddle them together so,
 That we our selves shan't know how many,
And others can't their number know,
 If we should envy'd be by any.

5

And then, when we have done all this,
 That our pleasures may remain,
We'l continue on our bliss,
 By unkissing all again.

6

Thus we'l love and thus we'l live,
 While our posting minutes fly,
We'l have no time to vex or grieve,
 But kiss and unkiss till we die.