Our Patron of Pain!”
“We sing of voluptuous blisses,
Of all that thy rigour would spurn,
Of “biting” and “ravenous” kisses,
Of bosoms that beat and that burn;
To all that is earthy and carnal,
Our votaries’ souls we would chain,
We breathe of the chamber and charnel
Our Patron of Pain!”
“Oho! for the days of sweet vices,