Love, let us live as we have lived, nor lose
And never come the day that sees us old,
I still your lad, and you my little lass.
Let me be older than old Nestor’s years,
And you the Sibyl, if we heed it not.
What should we know, we two, of ripe old age?
We’ll have its richness, and the years forgot.
Decimius Magnus Ausonius (310 - 395) France
Translated by Helen Waddell
Source: Mediaeval Latin lyrics by Helen Waddell, Henry Holt and Company, 1938
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