Mystical magic of conjuring wrinkles; 30 Feeling of pulses, the palmistry of hags; Scolding out belches for rhetoric twinkles; With three teeth in her head like to three gags; Rainbows about her eyes And her nose, weather-wise; From them the almanac lies, Frost, Pond, and Rivers clean. Never did incubus Touch such a filthy sus As this foul gypsy quean. 40 [_The Author's Mock Song._ In _1647_ this runs on as a continuation of 'Mark Anthony'.] [Line: 1 _1677_ _putidissime_ 'nightingale', as in the preceding poem. 'Night-raven' _1647_, _1651_, _1653_ is certainly right. Mr. Berdan's copy seems to have '_But_ as', which I rather like; but mine has 'When'.] [Line: 2 howl] hole _1647_.] [Line: 16 _1677_ 'when', not impossibly.] [Line: 21 platted] placed _1647_.] [Line: 22 _1647_, _1651_ 'the': omitted in _1653_: 'to' inserted in _1677_.] [Line: 37 Cf. _A Young Man, &c._, l. 13.] How the Commencement grows new. It is no coranto-news I undertake; New teacher of the town I mean not to make; No New England voyage my Muse does intend; No new fleet, no bold fleet, nor bonny fleet send. But, if you'll be pleased to hear out this ditty, I'll tell you some news as true and as witty, _And how the Commencement grows new._ See how the simony doctors abound, All crowding to throw away forty pound. They'll now in their wives' stammel petticoats vapour 10 Without any need of an argument draper. Beholding to none, he neither beseeches This friend for venison nor t'other for speeches, _And so the Commencement grows new._ Every twice a day teaching gaffer Brings up his Easter-book to chaffer; Nay, some take degrees who never had steeple,-- Whose means, like degrees, comes from placets of people. They come to the fair and, at the first pluck, The toll-man Barnaby strikes 'um good luck, 20 _And so the Commencement grows new._ The country parsons come not up On Tuesday night in their old College to sup; Their bellies and table-books equally full, The next lecture-dinner their notes forth to pull; How bravely the Margaret Professor disputed, The homilies urged, and the school-men confuted; _And so the Commencement grows new._ The inceptor brings not his father the clown To look with his mouth at his grogoram gown; 30 With like admiration to eat roasted beef, Which invention posed his beyond-Trent belief; Who should he but hear our organs once sound, Could scarce keep his hoof from Sellenger's round, _And so the Commencement grows new._