March 4, 2016:

Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. All are washed in the blood of the lamb.

Ravisher and ravished, what he would but would not, go with him from Lucrece's bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen's breast, bare, with its mole cinquespotted.

Rhymes: two men dressed the same, looking the same, two by two.