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Oh! could Le Sage's demon's gift / Be realized at my desire, / This night my trembling form he'd lift / To place it on St. Mary's spire.
Then would, unroof'd, old Granta's halls / Pedantic inmates full display; / Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls' / The price of venal votes to pay.