Now Slander's argument had climbed the Hill,
And got good welcome from my Campus Chief:
A gentleman, who, carved in high-relief
By some keen sculptor of defiant skill,
Would show the small eyes of a cynic will,
And mouth well-poised for wine and garnished beef,
And beard (well-cropped van Dyke) to stroke in grief —
When grief might serve his turn with Madame Thrill
Or Bishop Cant. Hence I was not for him,
Nor he for me. Yet was it not most black,
To nurse advantage thus, Professor Trim,
For cunning stab upon a broken back? ...
You've quit our halls: and meantime I discuss
With point " Prometheus Bound " of Æschylus.