Not an hundred miles from the University of Oxford.
FAREWELL to thee, fair O–f–d city!
Gownsmen, I bid you all adieu!
No doubt you’ll say, it is a pity,
That so soon I bid adieu:
But souls like your’s is not the lot
Of every man, I plainly see;
For some the souls of bears have got,
But an ass’s soul has Dr. L–.
Witness the hand of little Mistress B.;
He’s A double S, as well as D. D.
(Elizabeth Beverley)
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