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WHether these lines do find you out,
Putting or clearing of a doubt;
(Whether Predestination,
Or reconciling three in one,
Or the unriddling how men die,
And live at once eternally,
Now take you up) know 'tis decreed
You straight bestride the Colledge Steed:
Leave Socinus and the Schoolmen,
(Which Jack Bond swears do but fool men)
And come to Town; 'tis fit you show
Your self abroad, that men may know
(What e're some learned men have guest)
That Oracles are not yet ceas't:
There you shall find the wit, and wine
Flowing alike, and both divine:
Dishes, with names not known in books,
And lesse amongst the Colledge-Cooks,
With sauce so pregnant that you need
Not stay till hunger bids you feed.
The sweat of learned Johnsons brain,
And gentle Shakespear's eas'er strain,
A hackney-coach conveys you to,
In spite of all that rain can do:
And for your eighteen pence you sit
The Lord and Judge of all fresh wit.
News in one day as much w'have here
As serves all Windsor for a year,
And which the Carrier brings to you,
After 't has here been found not true.
Then think what Company's design'd
To meet you here, men so refin'd,
Their very common talk at boord,
Makes wise, or mad a young Court-Lord,
And makes him capable to be
Umpire in's Fathers Company.
Where no disputes nor forc't defence
Of a mans person for his sence
Take up the time; all strive to be
Masters of truth, as victory:
And where you come, I'de boldly swear
A Synod might as eas'ly erre.