A bit of a quote today. Hopefully that still counts. Hey, it’s my resolution, I make up the rules.
The Measure is English Heroic Verse without Rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin; Rime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meeter; grac’t indeed since by the use of some famous modern Poets, carried away by Custom
Milton’s preface to Paradise Lost contains this section about rhyme. It turns out that Milton didn’t think much to rhyme really. I came across this gobbit in Ali Smith’s latest book – the unusually named, but so far rather good, There But For The – it seems a bit like If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler.