Saepe meae "Tandem" dixi "discede!" puellae
_ -- in gremio sedit protinus illa meo!
Saepe "Pudet" dixi. Lacrimis vix illa retentis
_ "Me miseram! Iam te" dixit "amare pudet?"
Implicuitque suos circum mea colla lacertos
_ et, quae me perdunt, oscula mille dedit!
Vincor, et ingenium sumptis revocatur ab armis,
_ resque domi gestas et mea bella cano.

"At last", I've often said to my girl, "leave"
_ -- she's sat on my lap immediately.
"I've ashamed", I've often said: with tears scarcely checked
_ "Poor me", she said, "are you ashamed to love already?"
She's wrapped her arms around my neck
_ and kisses that kill me, she's given a thousand.
I'm beaten: my talent is recalled from the armour it seized,
_ I celebrate domestic action and my personal battles.

[Ovidius: Amores II.XVIII.]