My dear sir, here is a chapter, which, be it for better or worse is
From beginning to end about hexameter verses;
Could they but jingle a little, ’twere better, perhaps; but the trouble
Really is endless, of hunting for rhymes that have all to be double.
Adieu, till the next time, when either in prose or in rhyme I
Haply may find something better to gossip about in a letter.
In the meanwhile, my dear sir, till writing again may beseem us,
I am, your faithful, obliged, and obedient,
Parepidemus.