Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it.
When the juices of trees have no means of escape, they clot and rot in them, making the trees hollow and good for nothing.