August 2 (Fire) Liber LXV, Cap. IV, v. 51

[GabrielO]

51. But for me the lustral water, the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding abyss.

[Takamba]

Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!
Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep -- die!
Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?
There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!
But exceed! exceed!
Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine -- and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! -- death is the crown of all.