Cover
the shameless
belly, and forget
The cunning attitudes and aptitudes !
Unlearn
the mowings,
the lascivious grins
!
I perceive purity.
Venus.
Nay, I have loved thee
!
Fresh pleasure hourly filled the crystal cup.
Shalt thou find wine so comely and so keen,
So fresh with life to fill each aching vein
With new electric fervour ?
Will she be
My equal
?
She is mortal and a child.
Her arms
are frail and
white.
Her lily cheeks
Could never take thy kiss.
Thy love would shock,
Repel.
I scorn to say her love were
less
Than mine : I tell thee that she could not love
Thee even at all as thou wouldst understand.
Tannhauser.
So certain art thou ?
Let me go to her,
Try, and come back !
Venus.
No doubt of that success
!
A child is easy
to degrade !
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