Classic Poem

If wee, at Woodstock , haue not pleased those,
Whose clamorous Iudgments lye in urging no'es ,
And, for the want of whifflers , haue destroy'd
Th'Applause, which wee with vizards hadd enioy'd,
Wee are not sorry; for such witts as these
Libell our Windowes oft'ner, then our Playes ;
Or, if Their patience be moov'd, whose Lipps
Preserve the knowledge of the Proctorships,
Or iudge by houses, how their voices goe,
Not caring if their cause be good or noe;
Nor by desert, or fortune can be drawne
To credit us, for feare they loose their pawne;
Wee are not greatly sorry: but if any,
Free from the Yoake of the ingaged many,
That dare speake truth, even when their Head stands by,
Or when the Seniors spoone is in the pye ;
Nor to commend the worthy will forbeare,
Though he of Cambridge , or of Christchurch were,
And not of his owne colledge; and will shame
To wrong the Person, for his Howse, or Name;
If any such be greiv'd, then downe, proud spirit;
If not, know, Number never conquer'd Merit .