Chapter_874

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The “tu” ’s too much⁠—but let it stand⁠—the verse

Requires it, that’s to say, the English rhyme,

And not the pink of old hexameters;

But, after all, there’s neither tune nor time

In the last line, which cannot well be worse,

And was thrust in to close the octave’s chime:

I own no prosody can ever rate it

As a rule, but Truth may, if you translate it.