Steven&Sarah--Let us be imitators of Christ

Let us be imitators of Christ's passion

Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dyes to-day
Lives again as blith to-morrow,
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set; o' then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
A hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe of another.
Thus at last when we have numbered
Many a thousand, many a Hundred;
Wee'l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye.

Catullus, Poem 5 - as translated by Richard Crashaw

12thMAY

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