To public feasts, where meet a public rout,
Where they that are without would fain go in,
And they that are within would fain go out.
John Marston, both dramatist and divine, gives us this bit of humorous satire—
THE SCHOLAR AND HIS DOG
I was a scholar: seven useful springs
Did I deflower in quotations
Of cross’d opinions ’bout the soul of man;
The more I learnt, the more I learnt to doubt.
Delight my spaniel slept, whilst I baus’d leaves,