Here no man spake ought to the point,
But all they said was out of joint;
Just like the chappel ominous
I’ the colledge called God with us:
Which truly[53] doth stand much awry,
Just north and south, yes verily.
Philosophers did well their parts,
Which prov’d them masters of their arts;
Their moderator was no fool,
He far from Cambridge kept a school: