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28 Now take you up, know 'tis decreed You straight bestride the college steed, Leave Socinus and the schoolmen (Which Jack Bond swears do but fool men), And come to town: 'tis fit you show Yourself abroad, that men may know (Whate'er some learned men have guess'd) That oracles are not yet ceas'd. There you shall find the wit and wine Flowing alike, and both divine; Dishes, with names not known in books, And less amongst the college-cooks, With sauce so pregnant that you need Not stay till hunger bids you feed. The sweat of learned Johnson's brain, And gentle Shakespear's eas'er strain, A hackney-coach conveys you to, In spite of all that rain can do; And for your eighteenpence you sit The lord and judge of all fresh wit. News in one day as much w' have here, As serves all Windsor for a year, And which the carrier brings to you, After 't has here been found not true. Then think what company 's design'd To meet you here, men so refin'd, Their very common talk at board Makes wise or mad a young court-lord, And makes him capable to be Umpire in 's father's company: Where no disputes, nor forc'd defence Of a man's person for his sense, Take up the time: all strive to be Masters of truth, as victory; And, where you come, I'd boldly swear A synod might as eas'ly err.

upon hearts that burn with mutual fire! I hate two minds that breathe but one desire. Were I to curse th' unhallow'd sort of men, I'd wish them to love, and be lov'd again.