Ars Amatoris

Never abandon thought
Unless for ecstasies!
Even when you are brought
To where your blest love lies,
With all her bright hair flung
In the abandonment of the young.

Lucifer from his bright place
Fell. Beside the sun
He had lacked no luminous grace
Or compelling passion:
Despoiled of the proud east,
He tumbled and crawled a beast.
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