At My Leaving Cambridge August the 14th, Extempore
C ambridge adieu! I ne'er shall see thee more,
Nor feast my Soul at Learning's mighty Store;
Not one fresh Drop of thy ambrosial Sense,
To quench my Thirst at learned Cham 's Expence;
Apollo 's Fountain I must ever quit,
Who's only Nectar is the streams of Wit;
I thy fair Colleges no more shall see,
Each Greece, Rome, Athens , in Epitomy;
The antient infant Learning which they taught,
Could only here be to Perfection brought;
They've finish'd all, each long hid Spring discern,
The Gods themselves may hover here and learn;
And if in every Grace they would advance,
Let B — — give Wit, and G — — teach Complaisance;
To th' sacred Vatican no more I come,
But grieve like Ovid when excluded Rome .
Nor feast my Soul at Learning's mighty Store;
Not one fresh Drop of thy ambrosial Sense,
To quench my Thirst at learned Cham 's Expence;
Apollo 's Fountain I must ever quit,
Who's only Nectar is the streams of Wit;
I thy fair Colleges no more shall see,
Each Greece, Rome, Athens , in Epitomy;
The antient infant Learning which they taught,
Could only here be to Perfection brought;
They've finish'd all, each long hid Spring discern,
The Gods themselves may hover here and learn;
And if in every Grace they would advance,
Let B — — give Wit, and G — — teach Complaisance;
To th' sacred Vatican no more I come,
But grieve like Ovid when excluded Rome .
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