The time has come for this, I think. Here's the first entry:

To Lucida,
On Seeing Thy Name Graven

(by Rimshot)

Oh, Lucida, when I chance to look
Into the bottomless pit which is thine eyes
I fell to swoon, my wits foorsook
My hand to forehead prest, my bosom cries
My bosom cries for love

Oh, Lucida, could I tell the world
What sweet and sensive secrets dost thou entrove
Like Nelson's sails my soul would spring unfurled
My heart would find its port and never rove
And never rove my dove

Oh, Lucida, but I cannot show
For my condition do still I have most grave
Thy heaving heart my touch shall never know
For fate to me none of God's salve didst gave
God's salve didst gave from 'bove