Hail! Mistress of the fieldes of Academe,
Adopted sister of the holy Nine.
Assist me now, as I unpack a theme
From prose and poems, workes that will align
To forme an argument of my design.
Help me, oh tweed-clad Muse, recall texts crammed
Into my head. In sacrifice, I will consign
A page of Phaedrus to the flames. Exammed
And passed, I’ll praise thee; failed, first I’ll be–you next–damned.
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