Tragedy demanded verse, not the quotidian prose of comedy, and verse usually supplied some form of end rhyme.

a bewrayer of secrets

[…] so let me find you a roommate. I'll even filter out the douchewads for you.

Once we decide that his presence is temporary, we shall all, in South and North, work together not only to educate the black man for his destiny, but also to prepare the South gradually for a monoracial rather than a biracial civilization.