A Fragment found in a Lecture-room

Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream,

And bog and desolation reign supreme;

Where all Boeotia clouds the misty brain,

The owl Mathesis pipes her loathsome strain.

Far, far aloof the frighted Muses fly,

Indignant Genius scowls and passes by:

The frolic Pleasures start amid their dance,

And Wit congeal'd stands fix'd in wintry trance.

But to the sounds with duteous haste repair

Cold Industry, and wary-footed Care;

And Dulness, dosing on a couch of lead,

Pleas'd with the song uplifts her heavy head,

The sympathetic numbers lists awhile,

Then yawns propitiously a frosty smile. . . .

       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp[Caetera desunt.]