“O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dine with the Fellows, or—what come ye for?”
“I long wish’d to lecture, my suit you denied,
I know you’d have lik’d them, if once you had tried;
And now am I come with this Pamphlet of mine,
To try a last measure—then leave you to pine;
There are students in London more civil by far,
That would gladly have welcom’d so brilliant a star.”
Sir James shew’d his Pamphlet, and Monk read it through;
He gulp’d the hard bits, but he saw ’twoul’d not do;