And Satan blows on their
desire,
In monstrous flames
leaps up the fire,
And maddened by the
raging fiend,
From love of God and
honour weaned,
They turn from their
Creator’s shrine
And call their mistresses
divine.
With soul and body,
mind and sense,
They worship woman’s
excellence.
Abandoned in her beauty
revel,
And unawares adore the
devil.
Three hundred years later the fanatical Savanorola stormed: “You clothe and adorn the Mother of God as you clothe and adorn your courtesans, and you give her the features of your mistresses!” which, as we shall presently see, was literally true.
The clergy resisted all counsels of the cortezia and cavalaria with the sure instinct desiring the continuance of existing conditions rather than the victory of the higher conception. Some writers aver that it was partly due to this fact that later on the cult of woman developed into the cult of Mary. Again we are confronted by a process which in the course of time has been repeated more than once: the spiritual-mystical principle of Christianity entered upon a new stage, and took possession of a new and important domain; but the Church, rigid and unyielding, preferred clinging to a past lower stage rather than tolerating any change. Had she been absolutely consistent, her greatest poet would be on the index to-day, for, following his own intuition and ignoring her rigid dogma, he introduced his beloved Beatrice into the Catholic heaven.
The new spiritual love was not without its caricatures. Famous in Provence for many strange exploits, committed in order to please his lady, was the talented Peire Vidal. On one occasion he caused himself to be sewn into a wolfskin and ran about the fields; but he was set upon by dogs and so badly mangled that he nearly succumbed to his wounds. He was an insufferable braggart, but never had any success in


