WHEN now mature in classic knowledge,
The joyful youth is sent to college,
His father comes, a vicar plain,
At Oxford bred — in Anna's reign,
And thus in form of humble suitor
Bowing accosts a reverend tutor.
"Sir, I'm a Glo'stershire divine,
"And this my eldest son of nine;
"My wife's ambition and my own
"Was that this child should wear a gown:
"I'll warrant that his good behaviour
"Will justify your future favour:
"And for his parts, to tell the truth,
"My son's a very forward youth;
"Has Horace all by heart — you'd wonder —
"And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder.
"If you'd examine — and admit him,
"A scholarship would nicely fit him:
"That he succeeds 'tis ten to one;
"Your vote and interest, Sir! — 'Tis done. "