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WO college sophs of Cambridge growth, Both special wits, and lovers both, Conferring as they us'd to meet On love, and books, and rapture sweet; (Muse, find me names to fit my metre, Cassinus this, and t'other Peter) Friend Peter to Cassinus goes, To chat a while, and warm his nose: But such a sight was never seen, The lad lay swallow'd up in spleen. He seem'd as just crept out of bed; One greasy stocking round his head, The other he sat down to darn With threads of different colour'd yarn; His breeches torn, exposing wide A ragged shirt and tawny hide. Scorch'd were his shins, his legs were bare, But well embrown'd with dirt and hair, A rug was o'er his shoulders thrown, (A rug, for nightgown he had none) His jordan stood in manner fitting Between his legs to spew or spit in; His ancient pipe, in sable dy'd, And half unsmok'd, lay by his side. Him thus accoutred Peter found, With eyes in smoke and weeping drown'd; The leavings of his last night's pot On embers plac'd, to drink it hot. Why,