interea, dum fata sinunt, iungamus amores: iam veniet tenebris Mors adoperta caput; iam subrepet iners aetas, nec amare decebit, dicere nec cano blanditias capite.
Meantime, while Fate allows, let us be one in love. Soon will Death be here with his head cowled in dark. Soon will steal on us the inactive age, nor will it be seemly to play the lover or utter soft speeches when the head is hoar.
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