Catullus Poem 7
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QVAERIS, quot mihi basiationes  1 You ask how many kissings of you, 
tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.  2 Lesbia, are for me and more than enough. 
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae  3 As great as the number of the Libyan sand
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis  4 that lies on silphium-bearing Cyrene,
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi  5 between the oracle of sultry Jove
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;  6 and the sacred tomb of old Battus;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,  7 or as many as the stars, when night is silent,
furtiuos hominum uident amores:  8 that see the stolen loves of men,
tam te basia multa basiare  9 to kiss you with so many kisses
uesano satis et super Catullo est,  10 is enough and more than enough for your Catullus; 
quae nec pernumerare curiosi  11 kisses, which neither curious eyes may count up 
possint nec mala fascinare lingua. 12 nor an evil tongue bewitch.