Le Lecturé Malgré Lui.
(A lay for Cantabs.)
It is a Trinity Lecturer,
And he stoppeth one of eight;
By thy lantern jaws and spindle shanks.
Why dost thou make me wait?
The breakfast’s set, the men are met,
And I am peckish—very.
It’s late already—hark! that roar!
May’st hear them getting merry.