Next that he goes to dinner, And, like an hardy guest, When he had cramm’d his belly full He railes against the feast. But leave it, scholler, leave it; For, since you eat his roast, It argues want of manners To raile upon the host. Now listen, masters, listen, That tax us for our riot, For here two men went to a ken, So slender was the diet. Then leave him, scholler, leave him, He yieldes himself your debtor, And next time he’s vice-chancellor Your table shall be better. Then goes he to the Regent-house, And there he sits and sees How lackeys and subsisers press And scramble for degrees. But leave it, scholler, leave it, ’Twas much against our mind, But when the prison doors are ope Noe thief will stay behind. Behold, more anger yet: He threatens us ere long, When as the king comes back againe, To make another song. But leave it, scholler, leave it, Your weakness you disclose; For “Bonny Nell” doth plainly tell Your wit lies all in prose. Nor can you make the world Of Cambridge praise to singe, A mouth so foul no market eare Will stand to hear it sing. Then leave it, scholler, leave it, For yet you cannot say, The king did go from you in March And come again in May. RESPONSIO, &c. PER ⸺ LAKES. Facta est cantilena, Sed nescio quo autore; An fluxerit ex remige, An ex Fenneri ore. Sed qui legerunt, contendunt, Esse hanc tenelli Oxoniensis nescio cujus Prolem cerebelli. Nam primò Cantabrigiam Convitiis execravit, Quod vocitat Lutetiam, Et luto conspurcavit. Sed parce, precor, parcito, Nam istud nihil moror, Quum hujus academiæ Oxonia sit soror. Tunc oppidanos miseros Horrendo cornu petit, De quibus dixit, nescio quid, Et rythmum sic effecit. Sed parce, precor, parcito, Bardos Oxonienses In canticis non vicimus Jam Cantabrigienses. Jam inspicit cratera Quæ regi dono datur, Et aurum ibi positum Subripere conatur. Sed parce, precor, parcito, Nam scelus istud lues, Si fraudes sodalitia, Ad crucem cito rues. Dein pro-cancellarium Produxit equitantem, In equum valde agilem Huc et illuc saltantem: Sed parce, precor, parcito, Nam tibi vix credetur Si non sub ejus cauda, Urtica poneretur. Tunc evomit sententiam In ipsum oratorem Qui dixit Jacobissimum, Præter Latinum morem. Sed parce, precor, parcito, Orator exit talis Qui magis pollet lingua Quam ipse naso vales. Adibat ad comœdiam Et cuncta circumspexit, Actorum diocesin Completam hic detexit Sed parce, precor, parcito, Hæc cogitare mente Non valet jurisdictio Vicario absente.