Nina
Don't kiss me so passionately,
So often, gentle, dear friend!
And don't whisper hourly.
Lovemaking me in your hearing;
Don't fall on my chest in ecstasy,
Hold me, don't frown.
Tender passion flame modestly;
And if, through the extent of burns,
And the pleasures of feeling full,-
Goes out soon and will pass.
And, Oh! then will come suddenly boredom,
Ostuda, disgust for us.
I wish you to kiss a hundred times,
But you kiss me only once,
And the propriety, so, dispassionately,
Without any sweet at once,
Like a brother kisses his sister:
That will be eternal our Union.