Robinson Ellis - Catullus (Part XCIX) lyrics

Dear one, a kiss I stole, while you did wanton a-playing, Sweet ambrosia, love, never as honily sweet. Dearly the deed I paid for; an hour's long misery waning Ended, as I agoniz'd hung to the point of a cross, Hoping vain purgation; alas! no potion of any Tears could abate that fair angriness, youthful as you. Hardly the sin was in act, your lips did many a falling Drop dilute, which anon every finger away Cleansed apace, lest still my mouth's infection abiding Stain, like slaver abhorr'd breath'd from a foul fricatrice. Add, that a booty to love in misery me to deliver You did spare not, a fell worker of all agonies, So that, again transmuted, a kiss ambrosia seeming Sugary, turn'd to the strange harshness of harsh hellebore. Then such dolorous end since your poor lover awaiteth, Never a kiss will I venture, a theft any more.