The carmina of caius valerius catullus
We, maids and upright youths, are in diana's care: upright youths and maids, we sing diana.
Thine honey-sweet eyes, O Juventius, had I the leave to kiss for aye, for aye I'd kiss e'en to three hundred thousand kisses, nor ever should I reach to future plenity, not even if thicker than dried wheat sheaves be the harvest of our kisses.