No. 1. Bishop Phillpotts’ Complaint.
Forced from dissipation’s pleasures,
Oxford’s walls I left forlorn,
To increase my worldly treasures,
Up to town a stranger borne.
Men in office bought and sold me,
Paid my price in shining gold,
But though theirs they then enrolled me,
Sentiments may twice be sold.
Still in thought as Whig as ever,