‘Saith they be terrible:
watch their feats i’ the Viva!
One question plays the deuce with six months’ toil.
Aha, if they would tell me! No, not they!
There is the sport: ‘come read me right or die!’
All at their mercy,—why they like it most
When—when—well, never try the same shot twice!
’Hath fled himself and only got up a tree.
’Will say a plain word if he gets a plough.
 Caliban museth of the now extinct Examination in the Rudiments of Faith and Religion.
My Juggins, see: the pasture
Obeying Nature’s kindly law,
Renews its mantle; there has been
The frost-bound earth is free
That lay ’neath Winter’s sullen yoke
’Till people felt it getting past
Now forth again the Freshers fare,
And get them tasty summer suits
Wherein they flaunt afield and scare
Again the stream suspects the
Again the shrieking captain drops
Upon his crew; again the meal
Divides the too-laborious day;
Again the Student sighs o’er Mods,
And prompts his enemies to lay
Again the shopman spreads his
Again the organ-pipes, unbound,
Distract the populace for miles
Then, Juggins, ere December’s
Once more the wealth of Spring reclaim,
Since each successive year is much
Since too the monarch on his throne
In purple lapped and frankincense,
Who from his infancy has blown
No less than he who barely gets
The boon of out-of-door relief,
Must see desuetude,—come let’s
At those resolves last New Year’s
The easy gods indulgent wink.
Then downward, ho!—the shortest way
Addressed during the Summer Term of 1888 by Mr. Algernon Dexter, Scholar of ------ College, Oxford, to his cousin, Miss Kitty Tremayne, at ------ Vicarage, Devonshire.
After W. M. P.
At length the term’s ending;
I ’m in for my Schools in a week;
And the time that at present I’m spending
On you should be spent upon Greek:
But I’m fairly well read in my Plato,
I’m thoroughly red in the eyes,
And I’ve almost forgotten the way to
Be healthy and wealthy and wise.
So ’the best of all ways’—why repeat you
The verse at 2.30 a.m.,
When I ’m stealing an hour to entreat you
Dear Kitty, to come to Commem.?
Oh, come! You
shall rustle in satin
Through halls where Examiners trod:
Your laughter shall triumph o’er Latin
In lecture-room, garden, and quad.