Lust's Passion Will Be Served; It Demands,

She Had Already Allowed Her Delectable Lover To Pluck That Flower Which, So Different From The Rose To Which It Is Nevertheless Sometimes Compared, Has Not The Same Faculty Of Being Reborn Each Spring.

Nothing We Can Do Outrages Nature Directly. Our Acts Of Destruction Give Her New Vigour And Feed Her Energy, But None Of Our Wreckings Can Weaken Her Power.

Your Service Will Be Arduous, It Will Be Painful And Rigorous, And The Slightest Delinquencies Will Be Requited Immediately With Corporal And Afflicting Punishments; Hence, I Must Recommend To You Prompt Exactness, Submissiveness, And Total Self-abnegation That You Be Enabled To Heed Naught But Our Desires; Let Them Be Your Laws, Fly To Do Their Bidding, Anticipate Them, Cause Them To Be Born.

Are Your Convictions So Fragile That Mine Cannot Stand In Opposition To Them? Is Your God So Illusory That The Presence Of My Devil Reveals His Insufficiency?

We Monsters Are Necessary To Nature Also.