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Mourn, all ye sons of learning, Saby's fate,
In verse and prose the mighty loss relate:
With tropes and figures, Cotes, embalm her name,
Wharton, in grateful metre chaunt her fame,

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Let each surviving Toast her garland bring,
And lavish o'er her grave the flowery spring;
In streams of blood let conscious Isis flow,
Let Charwell swell the sympathetick woe,
Let Christ-church Tom her loss vociferous roar,
Tom, who ne'er mourn'd for aught but kings before;
In hymns of woe let every college join,
In social grief let every voice combine,
Let every heart with bursting sighs approve
Our sorrow as diffusive as her love.
 

Our most ingenious professor of Oratory.

Our inimitable professor of Poetry.