Let us live, dear wife, as we have lived,
And call each other by the names that lingered,
On our lips the first night of our love,
As years add wrinkles to our ageing skin,
I hope to God the day does not arrive,
When I forget you are my sweet young thing,
Or you no longer see me as your suitor,
Though you outlive the prohetess of Cumae,
And I surpass the age of old King Nestor,
This ripe longevity we shall deny,
Instead of ticking off the days of life,
We'll count the joys they bring, my dearest wife.

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