Parnassus biceps. Or Severall choice pieces of poetry, composed by the best wits that were in both the universities before their dissolution. With an epistle in the behalfe of those now doubly secluded and sequestred Members, by one who himselfe is none.

To the Bell-Founder of great Tom of Christ-Church in Oxford.

THou that by ruine doest repaire, And by destruction art a Founder: Whose art doth tell us what men are, Who by corruption shall rise sounder: In this fierce fires intensive heat, Remember this is Tom the great.

And, Cyclops, think at every stroak With which thy sledge his side shall wound, That then some Statute thou hast broak Which long depended on his sound; And that our Colledge-Gates doe cry They were not shut since Tom did die.

Think what a scourge 'tis to the City To drink and swear by Carfax Bell, Which bellowing without tune or pitty The night and day devides not well; But the poor tradesmen must give ore His ale at eight or sit till four.

We all in hast drink off our wine, As if we never should drink more; So that the reckoning after nine Is larger now then that before. Release this tongue which erst could say Home Scollers; drawer whats to pay?

So thou of order shalt be Founder, Making a Ruler for the people, One that shalt ring thy praises rounder Then t'other six bells in the steeple: Wherefore think when Tom is running Our manners wait upon thy cunning.

Then let him raised be from ground The same in number, weight, and sound; For may thy conscience rule thy gaine, Or would thy theft might be thy baine.