VII.

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.