Glad when a friend shall come to break his rest,
And speak of all the pleasures they possess'd—
Of masters, fellows, tutors, all with whom
They shared those pleasures, never more to come;
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Till both conceive the times by bliss endear'd,
Which once so dismal and so dull appear'd.
But fix our scholar, and suppose him crown'd
With all the glory gain'd on classic ground;
Suppose the world without a sigh resign'd,