Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, Then another thousand, then a second hundred, Then still another thousand, then a hundred, Then, when we
da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, dein cum milia multa fecerimus conturbabimus illa ne sciamus
I hate and I love: why I do so you may well ask. I do not know, but I feel it happen and am in agony.
Odi et amo: quare id facium, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.