The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.