Consider somehow repeating rhyme schemes? (Or not?)
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Nor art, nor nature's hand can ease my grief;
Nothing but death, the wretch's last relief: Then farewell youth, and all the joys that dwell, With youth and life, and life itself farewell! But why, alas! do mortal men in vain Of fortune, fate, or Providence complain? God gives us what he knows our wants require, And better things than those which we desire: Some pray for riches; riches they obtain; But, watch'd by robbers, for their wealth are slain: (Dryden) |
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