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We must not, here We keep our Carnival Incognito, We are but as it were an Embassage, Chosen from many fain of your company, With expectation unimaginable Who wait your advent.

Will you fare with us, Fare to the palace of our Princely Host, Where thro' high halls and league-long corridors, To music of eternal revelry, Pace the pale people of the burning heart, Passion's proud Daughters with the Sons of Sin!

The burning heart, then still in Hell ye love, And I should find the lemans of my youth, And half a hundred ladies of my prime?