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Rh Which law receiv'd, the chorus held his peace, His power of foully hurting made to cease. Two rests, a short and long, th' Iambic frame; A foot, whose swiftness gave the verse the name Of Trimeter, when yet it was six-pac'd, But mere Iambics all, from first to last. Nor is't long since they did with patience take Into their birth-right, and for fitness sake, The steady Spondees; so themselves do bear More slow, and come more weighty to the ear: Provided, ne'er to yield, in any case Of fellowship, the fourth or second place. This foot yet, in the famous Trimeters Of Accius and Ennius, rare appears: So rare, as with some tax it doth engage Those heavy verses sent so to the stage, Of too much haste, and negligence in part, Or a worse crime, the ignorance of art. But every judge hath not the faculty To note in poems breach of harmony; And there is given too unworthy leave To Roman poets. Shall I therefore weave My verse at random, and licentiously? Or rather, thinking all my faults may spy, Grow a safe writer, and be wary driven Within the hope of having all forgiven. 'Tis clear this way I have got off from blame, But, in conclusion, merited no fame. Take you the Greek examples for your light, In hand, and turn them over day and night. Our ancestors did Plautus' numbers praise, And jests; and both to admiration raise Too patiently, that I not fondly say, If either you or I know the right way To part scurrility from wit; or can A lawful verse by th' ear or finger scan