For to find out a parallaxis We’ll not our minds apply, Save what a toast in Corbreed[278] makes us; Whether the moon moves on her axis, Ask Black and Gregory.[279] That bodies are _à parte rei_, To hold we think it meetest; Some cold, some hot, some moist, some dry, Though all of them ye taste and try, The fluid is the sweetest. _Post sextam semi hora_ At night, no friend refuses To come _lavare ora_; _Est melior quam Aurorâ_, And fitter for the Muses, &c. [Sidenote: 1700.] A diploma conferred upon George Durward, doubtless not without very grave consideration of his pretensions to the honour, is couched in much the same strain as the theses: To all and sundry who shall see this, Whate’er his station or degree is, We, Masters of the Buttery College, Send greeting, and to give them knowledge, That George Durward, _præsentium lator_, Did study at our _Alma Mater_ Some years, and hated foolish projects, But stiffly studied liquid logics; And now he’s as well skilled in liquor As any one that blaws a bicker; For he can make our college theme A syllogism or enthymeme.... Since now we have him manumitted, In arts and sciences well fitted, To recommend him we incline To all besouth and north the line, To black and white, though they live as far As Cape Good-Hope and Madagascar, Him to advance, because he is _Juvenis bonæ indolis_, &c.