And they “mugged” at their Paley, and got up the rhymes,
And turned o’er their “Dictions,” so ragged and brown.
For men must work and give up their sleep,
Their livings to earn and themselves to keep,
Though o’er Euclid they be moaning
Three proctorised students the Proctor call’d up
On the Monday morning. He sent them down;
But not for the others did dons wring their hands,
Because they would nevermore wear cap and gown.
For if men won’t work by night or by day,