All hail! thou genuine Prince,[63] Britannia’s issue, hail!
VIII.
Heads of houses, Doctors bold,
Sublime their hoods and wigs they rear;
Masters young, and Fellows old,
In bombazeen and silk appear.
In the midst a form divine,
His eye proclaims him of the British line
What cheers of triumph thunder thro’ the air.
While the full tide of youthful thanks is pour’d.