With tempting boons approach'd the barrel's side,
Full in the sun his glitt'ring trains display'd,
And sought to cumber with officious aid,
The Cynic sneer'd, and only begg'd in spite
The free enjoyment of the beams of light.
Such were the humble prayer, the meek request
That Oxford's sons might ask their tyrants best;
The full out-pouring on their blinded youth
Of Nature's sunbeams, and the light of truth,
Rest from the burking systems of the sect,