Youbee is back -- I suckered her out from under the house with food. Damn cat. She does not appear to be frozen to death but was very happy to see the food bowl.
In our continuing study of the Earl of Rochester, I bring you some more poems about, well, mostly about fucking, and also a fascinating essay on syphilis, presented to deepen your understanding of the pox in the pre-antibiotic world. It's not all *that* related to Rochester, but it's interesting anyway.