Oculus Britanniae An Heroi-Panegyrical poem on the University of Oxford. Illustrated with divers beautiful Similes, and useful Digressions [by Nicholas Amhurst] |
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Nor shall that hoary seer remain unsung,
To whom the reins of Exeter belong,
That learned doctor, and that frugal Head,
Who grudges ev'n himself his daily bread,
Of so penurious, provident a sense,
He curses human life for its expence,
And often wishes he was under ground,
Rather than lose a penny in the pound.
Candles are dear, and therefore he thinks best
Still with the setting sun to go to rest,
Unless, to finish something for his shop,
Fletcher will pay him well for sitting up:
Yet few, I fear, will think it worth their while,
So languid is his matter and his stile,
To publish all the volumes he could write;
Poor Wh*st*r was alas! half ruin'd by't.
To whom the reins of Exeter belong,
That learned doctor, and that frugal Head,
Who grudges ev'n himself his daily bread,
Of so penurious, provident a sense,
He curses human life for its expence,
And often wishes he was under ground,
Rather than lose a penny in the pound.
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Still with the setting sun to go to rest,
Unless, to finish something for his shop,
Fletcher will pay him well for sitting up:
Yet few, I fear, will think it worth their while,
So languid is his matter and his stile,
To publish all the volumes he could write;
Poor Wh*st*r was alas! half ruin'd by't.
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