Vice Versa

I swats and I swats,
'Till for floating blots
I can't tell a goal from a try;
'Till endless equations, and Tully's orations
Are fragments of Liddell and Scott's.

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I plays and I plays
For I find it pays,
And I give slight thought to November,
I scorn swat capers and burn no tapers,
And find myself capped with B.A's.