Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.

'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'

God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.