Cada Puta Hile.--Don Quixote, I. 46. Without My Dinner Here I Lie, And All Because That Proctor With Her Stout Bull-Dogs Passed, And I Mocked Her. For Clara Is At Girton Too, That Dragon Is Her Tutor, I Threatened Once What I Would Do, Shoot Her. Her Life By Clara'S Tears Was Saved, Wherefore She Doth Detest Me, And Hither Hungry And Unshaved Pressed Me. I Would That I Could Have Commenced An Action 'Gainst That Devil, Like That Once Brought By Kemp Against Neville.[H] To Her I Owe The Statute Framed That One Against It Sinning Should Dwell Within The House That's Named Spinning. Ah Me! It Runs In Sections Three: Who Speaks To Girton Student Is Fined To Teach Him How To Be Prudent. Who Loves A Girton Girl Must Do Twelve Months On Bread And Water, From A Digestive Point Of View Slaughter. Who Kisses Her Commits A Crime By Hanging Expiated, And She In Tears Must Spend Her Time Gated. Would That At Oxford I Had Been, At Balliol Or At Merton, And Then I Never Should Have Seen Girton. Go Down I Must, No More Shall I And Clara Cross The Same Bridge; Still, Granta, Art Thou Her And My Cambridge. Some Day On This Her Eyes May Light, This Doggerel Stiff And Jointless, And She May Own It Is Not Quite Pointless.
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