Eros, the sore and the rose
Eros qui prend son essor! Arts that our marblery harbors:
Eros, the rose and the sore.
I am ill at these numbers, but e'en rhymery is easier "than confuting the past in mute prose." Who wrote that? Voltimand or Voltemand?
Or the Burning Swine? A pest on his anapest!
"All our old loves are corpses or wives. All our sorrows are virgins or whores".
Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor