Ritual

I do not bake the bread, nor with it salt

Nor do I cook the honey with the wine,

I bake the body and the blood and soul,

The soul of (great) Diana, that she shall

Know neither rest nor peace and ever be

In cruel suffering till she will grant

What I request, what I do most desire,

I beg of it of her from my very heart!

And if the grace begranted O Diana!

In honour of thee I will hold this feast,

Feast and drain the gbolet deep

We, will dance and wildly keep,

And if thou grant'st the grace wich I requiere, 

Then when the dance is wildest,

All the lamps shall be extinguished 

And we'll freely love