Critics Are Already Made.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

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.

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

May Moorland Weavers Boast Pindaric Skill, And Tailors' Lays Be Longer Than Their Bill! While Punctual Beaux Reward The Grateful Notes, And Pay For Poems--when They Pay For Coats.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.