IAM LICET VENIAS, MARITE      iam licet venias, marite: You may come now, bridgedoom   uxor in thalamo tibi est, your wife is in the marriage chamber   ore floridulo nitens, and her countenance is flowery and radiant   alba parthenice velut like the white pearl or   luteumve papauer. the saffron poppy      at, marite, ita me iuvent But thus, bridgedoom   caelites, nihilo minus you are no less handsome   pulcer es, neque te Venus and Venus doesn't neglect you   neglegit. sed abit dies: but the day is ending   perge, ne remorare. keep on, don't waste time      non diu remoratus es: You haven't waited long   iam venis. bona te Venus now you're coming. May good Venus   iuverit, quoniam palam help you, because what you desire   quod cupis cupis, et bonum you desire it plainly   non abscondis amorem. and you don't conceal your good love      ille pulveris Africi May he counts the sands in Africa   siderumque micantium and the number of blinking stars    subducat numerum prius, before he wants to count    qui vestri numerare volt your many thousands    multa milia ludi. of love-games      claudite ostia, virgines: Quit playing with maidens    lusimus satis. at boni when games are enough   coniuges, bene vivite et then live in a good marriage   munere assiduo valentem and assiduously try to    exercete iuventam. produce children      ille pulveris Africi   siderumque micantium   subducat numerum prius,   qui vestri numerare volt   multa milia ludi.      exercete iuventam.