To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
Algernon Charles SwinburneBut now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.
Algernon Charles SwinburneIf you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.
Algernon Charles Swinburne