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.

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.