Lines Rhymed in a Letter from 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,- O’er pale faces mourns The black tassell’d trencher and 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.