Then our music is in prime,
When our teeth keep triple time;
Hungry notes are fit for knells.
May lankness be
No guest to me:
The bagpipe sounds when that it swells.
Chorus. May lankness, &c.
2. Bagshot.
A mooting-night[200] brings wholesome smiles,
When John-a-Nokes and John-a-Styles
Do grease the lawyer's satin.
A reading-day
Frights French away,
The benchers dare speak Latin.
Chorus. A reading, &c.
3. Rhymewell.
He that's full doth verse compose;
Hunger deals in sullen prose:
Take notice and discard her.
The empty spit
Ne'er cherish'd wit;
Minerva loves the larder.
Chorus. The empty spit, &c.
4. Christopher.