He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.