While with loud triumphant pealings
Ring his cries of horrid joy,
Let us vent our outraged feelings
In a wild _otototoi_-- [2]
Justifiable impatience, when the shafts of fate annoy,
Makes one utter exclamations such as _ototototoi_! [2]

_Enter_ PROFESSOR PLACET

I ask you, ye intolerable creatures,
Why raise this wholly execrable din,
O objects of dislike to the discreet?
Six hundred persons, also sixty-two
(Almost the very number of the Beast)
Have voted for you, and defend your gates.
Moreover, mark my subtle argument:--
When gates are locked no person can get in
Without unlocking them: your gates are locked,
And I have got the key: so that, unless
I ope the gates, the foe cannot get in.
This statement is Pure Reason: or, if this
Is not Pure Reason, _I_ don't know what is.

CHORUS

Holy Reason! sacred _Nous_! [3]
Thou that hast for ever parted
From the Cambridge Senate House,
Make, O make us valiant hearted!
Wisdom, still residing here,