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OU must not wanton with each casual maiden, Or the succubi may clasp you very soon Your heart is prodigal when roaming lightly— Too easily distracted by the moon. For when a siren seated by the wayside May dazzle with an eloquent allure, And melts your heart with diabolic beauty: Such perilous adventure leaves no cure.

So cease your playing with the lotus damsels, One never knows a demon in disguise; Her voice is low and purring like a kitten; Erotic, wax and wane her jacinth eyes. Beware, you fickle cavalier of fortune; You may be lost forever in an hour. For a creature subtly warm, perversely human, May bleed your soul silk-smiling to devour. 77