Sir, whether these lines do find you out

Sir,Whether these lines do find you out,Putting or clearing of a doubt;Whether predestination,Or reconciling three in one,Or the unriddling how men die,5And live at once eternally,

Now take you up, know 'tis decreedYou straight bestride the college steed,Leave Socinus and the schoolmen(Which Jack Bond swears do but fool men),10And come to town: 'tis fit you showYourself abroad, that men may know(Whate'er some learned men have guess'd)That oracles are not yet ceas'd.There you shall find the wit and wine15Flowing alike, and both divine;Dishes, with names not known in books,And less amongst the college-cooks,With sauce so pregnant that you needNot stay till hunger bids you feed.20The sweat of learned Johnson's brain,And gentle Shakespear's eas'er strain,A hackney-coach conveys you to,In spite of all that rain can do;And for your eighteenpence you sit25The lord and judge of all fresh wit.News in one day as much w' have here,As serves all Windsor for a year,And which the carrier brings to you,After 't has here been found not true.30Then think what company 's design'dTo meet you here, men so refin'd,Their very common talk at boardMakes wise or mad a young court-lord,And makes him capable to be35Umpire in 's father's company:Where no disputes, nor forc'd defenceOf a man's person for his sense,Take up the time: all strive to beMasters of truth, as victory;40And, where you come, I'd boldly swearA synod might as eas'ly err.