The country did such store afford,
The proctors might not speak a word.
But to conclude, the king was pleas’d,
And of the court the town was eas’d:
Yet Oxford though (dear sister) hark yet,
The king is gone but to New-market,
And comes again e’re it be long,
Then you may make another song.
The king being gone from Trinity,
They make a scramble for degree;