I love the forest. It is bad to live in cities: there, there are too many of the lustful
Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer, than into the dreams of a lustful woman?
And just look at these men: their eye saith it—they know nothing better on earth than to lie with a woman
Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! if their filth hath still spirit in it!
Would that ye were perfect—at least as animals! But to animals belongeth innocence
Do I counsel you to slay your instincts? I counsel you to innocence in your instincts
Do I counsel you to chastity? Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice
These are continent, to be sure: but doggish lust looketh enviously out of all that they do
Even into the heights of their virtue and into their cold spirit doth this creature follow them, with its discord
And how nicely can doggish lust beg for a piece of spirit, when a piece of flesh is denied it!
Ye love tragedies and all that breaketh the heart? But I am distrustful of your doggish lust
Ye have too cruel eyes, and ye look wantonly towards the sufferers. Hath not your lust just disguised itself and taken the name of fellow-suffering?
And also this parable give I unto you: Not a few who meant to cast out their devil, went thereby into the swine themselves
Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer, than into the dreams of a lustful woman?
And just look at these men: their eye saith it—they know nothing better on earth than to lie with a woman
Filth is at the bottom of their souls; and alas! if their filth hath still spirit in it!
Would that ye were perfect—at least as animals! But to animals belongeth innocence
Do I counsel you to slay your instincts? I counsel you to innocence in your instincts
Do I counsel you to chastity? Chastity is a virtue with some, but with many almost a vice
These are continent, to be sure: but doggish lust looketh enviously out of all that they do
Even into the heights of their virtue and into their cold spirit doth this creature follow them, with its discord
And how nicely can doggish lust beg for a piece of spirit, when a piece of flesh is denied it!
Ye love tragedies and all that breaketh the heart? But I am distrustful of your doggish lust
Ye have too cruel eyes, and ye look wantonly towards the sufferers. Hath not your lust just disguised itself and taken the name of fellow-suffering?
And also this parable give I unto you: Not a few who meant to cast out their devil, went thereby into the swine themselves
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