On Oxford
The Gothic looks solemn,
The plain Doric column
Supports an old bishop and crosier;
The mouldering arch,
Shaded o’er by a larch
Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier.
Vice — that is, by turns, —
The black tassell trencher or common hat;
The Chantry boy sings,
The steeple-bell rings,
And as for the Chancellor — dominat).
There are plenty of trees,
And plenty of ease,
And plenty of fat deer for parsons;
And when it is venison,
Short is the benison, —
Then each on a leg or thigh fastens.