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<h2> XXI </h2>
<p>I can tell not only about a discomfort far greater than others,<br/>
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But of a horror besides, thinking of which will arouse<br/>
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Every fiber in me to revulsion. My friends, I confess it:<br/>
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Great displeasure I take lying alone in my bed.<br/>
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But it's a horror to fear on the pathways of love you'll discover<br/>
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Snakes and their venom beneath roses of eager desire—<br/>
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That at the moment supreme, when I'm yielding to pleasure so fully,<br/>
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Right at my head as it droops, hissing disease may approach.<br/>
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That's why Faustina as my companion in bed makes me happy:<br/>
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Loving she always remains faithful, as I am to her.<br/>
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Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;<br/>
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I prefer to go slow, savoring pleasures secure.<br/>
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Is it not bliss to exchange tender kisses containing no dangers,<br/>
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Sucking into our lungs, carefree, our partner's own life?<br/>
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That is the way our long nights of enjoyment are passed. We listen,<br/>
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Breast against breast, to the storm, pouring down rain in the wind<br/>
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Morning begins to dawn, we expect from these hours approaching<br/>
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Blossoms that will adorn festive the coming new day.<br/>
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Quirites, permit me the joy, and may this, of all pleasures on earth the<br/>
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First and the last, be vouchsafed all of mankind by the god.<br/></p>
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