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ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER
by John Milton -
who sickn'd in the time of his vacancybeing forbid
to go to Londonby reason of the Plague -
Here lies old HobsonDeath hath broke his girt
And here alashath laid him in the dirt
Or els the ways being foultwenty to one
He's here stuck in a sloughand overthrown.
'Twas such a shifterthat if truth were known
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten yeers full
Dodg'd with himbetwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
And surelyDeath could never have prevail'd
Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail'd;
But lately finding him so long at home
And thinking now his journeys end was come
And that his had tane up his latest Inne
In the kind office of a Chamberlin
Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night
Pull'd off his Bootsand took away the light:
If any ask for himit shall be sed
Hobson has suptand's newly gon to bed. - -
THE END