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25.
Therefore farewell, old GRANTA's spires,
No more like _Cleofas_ I fly,
No more thy theme my muse inspires,
The reader's tired, and so am I.
_October_ 28, 1806.
[Footnote 8: The Diable Boiteux of LE SAGE, where Asmodeus the Demon,
places Don Cleofas on an elevated situation, and unroofs the houses
for his inspection.]
[Footnote 9: Sele's publication on Greek metres is not remarkable for
its accuracy.]
[Footnote 10: Every Cambridge man will assent to this,--the Latin of
the Schools is almost unintelligible.]
[Footnote 11: The discovery of Pythagoras, that the square of the
Hypothenuse, is equal to the squares of the other two sides of a right
angled triangle.]
[Footnote 12: On a Saint Day, the Students wear Surplices in Chapel.]
* * * * *
TO THE SIGHING STREPHON.
Your pardon my friend,
If my rhymes did offend,
Your pardon a thousand times o'er,
From friendship I strove,
Your pangs to remove,
But I swear I will do so no more.
2.
Since your _beautiful_ maid
Your flame has repaid,
No more I your folly regret;
She's now most divine,
And I bow at the shrine,
Of this quickly reformed coquette.
3.
But still I must own,
I should never have known,
From _your verses_ what else she deserv'd,
Your pain seem'd so great,
I pitied your fate,
As your fair was so dev'lish reserv'd.
4.
But since the chaste kiss,
Of this magical Miss,
Such wonderful transports produce,
Since the "_world you forget,"
"When your lips once have met_,"
My Counsel will get but abuse.
5.
You say "when I rove"
"I know nothing of love,"
'Tis true I am given to range,
If I rightly remember,
I've kiss'd a good number,
But there's pleasure at least in a change.
6.
I ne'er will advance,
By the rules of romance,
To humour a whimsical fair,
Though a smile may delight,
Yet a _frown_ wont _affright_,
Or drive me to dreadful despair.
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