CANTO VIII.
Alma Mater Cantabrigia,
Lucis & Poculi Privilegia.
Sparkling Lights and Cups Brimmers,
Nothing is too good for Sinners.
Fresh-men take no care for Dinners,
At Cards or Tables you shall be Winners.
There's your Pipe and your Pot-Scholar;
Score up Hostess, till it comes to a Dollar.
Oxonium bears a Crown and Book;
But where's the good Liquor, you may go look,
For this your Alma Mater no care took.
Cambridge is the best Nurse,
Oxford may her Pupils Curse;
Neither of these have a full Purse.
Come light your Pipe, and crown your Bowls,
Both together revives sad Souls.
Rich Scholar, if thus arm'd, ne're fear
To stem the Fen-Baeotick Air,
You may come to be Doctor of the Chair.
The Sun's the greatest Soaker, and shrowds
His Red-face under a Mask of Clouds.
The Large Goblet holds rare Wine,
'Tis that cheers this Heart of mine.