Here did my raven trie his dulcive note,
Charming old Science with his mellow throat.
Sometimes with scholiasts deep in anciente lore,
Through learnings long defyles he would explore;
Then with keene wit untie the perplext knot
Of Aristotle or the cunning Scot;
Anon loud laughter shook the arched hall,
For mirth stood redy at his potente call.
Oxforde, thou couldst not binde his outspred wing,
My raven flew where bade his princelye king;