MY sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, <br />And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, <br />Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive <br />Into their west, and straight again revive. <br />But, soon as once set our little light, <br />Then must we sleep one ever-during night. <br /> <br />If all would lead their lives in love like me, <br />Then bloody swords and armor should not be; <br />No drum or trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, <br />Unless alarm came from the camp of Love: <br />But fools do live and waste their little light, <br />And seek with pain their ever-during night. <br /> <br />When timely death my life and fortune ends, <br />Let not my hearse be vext with mourning friends, <br />But let all lovers rich in triumph come <br />And with sweet pastimes grace my happy tomb: <br />And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light, <br />And crown with love my ever-during night.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweetest-lesbia-2/
