XL 
PROEM. 
 
The austerities of Loyola ?  to seek ! 
But — let us have a “ self-denial week ” ! 
The raptures of Teresa are hysteric ; 
But — let us giggle at some fulsome cleric ! 
“ The age refines !  You lag behind.”  God knows ! 
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. 
That Crowley knows you as you are — that frets. 
He buys not doctored dung for violets ! 
Your smug content, your Puritan surprise, 
All lies, and lies ;  all lies, and lies, and lies ! 
Pathics from Eton, ever on their knees, 
Amazed at their twin brothers the Chinese ! 
Pathics from Harrow, reeking of Patchouli, 
Shocked at the vice of the Mongolian coolie ! 
Canons of Westminster, with boy-rape sterile, 
Hope Christ may save us from the Yellow Peril ! 
To call forced labour slavery is rude, 
“ Terminologic inexactitude ”. 
This from the masters of the winds and waves 
Whose cotton-mills are crammed with British slaves ! 
Men pass their nights with German-Jewish whores, 
Their days in keeping “ aliens ” from our shores. 
They turn their eyes up at a Gautier’s tale, 
And run a maisonette in Maida Vale.