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Will no superior genius snatch the quill, And save me, on the brink, from writing ill ? Though vain the strife, I'll strive my voice to raise ; What will not men attempt for sacred praise ?
Here, within the distance of ten couplets, are two rhymes twice repeated, and one three times. Again :
For when the tender rinds of trees d\sclose
Their shooting gems, a swelling knot there grows :
Just in that space a narrow slit we make,
Then other buds from bearing trees we take:
Inserted thus, the wounded rind we close,
In whose moist womb th' admitted infant grows.
But when the smoother bole from knots is free,
We make a deep incision in the tree ;
And in the solid wood the slip enclose ;
The battening bastard shoots again and grows.
The fault is still greater when two couplets together have the same rhyme, as :
With soothing words to Venus she begun : High praises, endless honours you have won, And mighty trophies with your worthy son : Two gods a silly woman have undone.
Nor is the fault much less when the rhymes, though not the same, are so near as to differ only by a single letter, as in this instance :
The lofty skies at once come pouring down, The promised crop and golden labours drown.