And shut myself up with my books and light
In my study-chamber, till late at night.
Beyond the needful supply of my table,
I spare, dear parents, all I am able;
Take tea but rarely, and nothing more,
For spending money afflicts me sore.
Other students, who’d fain be called mellow,
Set me down for a niggardly fellow,
And say: there goes the dig, just look!
How like a parson he eyes his book!