Mellitos oculos tuos, Iuventi, siquis me sinat usque basiare, usque ad milia basiem trecenta, nec mi umquam videar satur futurus, non si densior aridis aristis sit nostrae seges osculationis.
Your honeyed eyes, Juventius, if one should let me go on kissing still, I would kiss them three hundred thousand times, nor would I think I should ever have enough, no, not if the harvest of our kissing were thicker than the ripe ears of corn.
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