Mathematics, and logic, and phil., philosophy, logic and math.,
Till with props. and deductions the brain is crammed, and no sensibility hath.
“Oh! Profs., with well-lined nests!—oh! Profs., with incomes good!
The solutions of your questions stiff are solutions of brains and blood—
Scratch! scratch! scratch! ’mid translations, and cribs, and crams,
Writing at once, with our heart’s best blood, death warrants as well as exams.
“But why do I talk of death? that phantom of grisly bone;
I hardly fear its terrible shape, it seems so like my own;
It seems so like my own, because of the way I sweat,
And oh! this session of endless toil is not nearly ended yet.