Friday, February 17, 2012

Hail Juice Benignant

Hail Juice Benignant
Thomas Warton (1728-1790), "A Panegyric on Oxford Ale": Mea nec Falernae

Temperant vites, neque Formiani

Pocula colles.

Hor.

BALM of my cares, sweet solace of my toils,

Hail, JUICE benignant! O'er the costly cups

Of riot-stirring wine, unwholesome draught,

Let Pride's loose sons prolong the wasteful night;

My sober evening let the tankard bless, 5

With toast embrown'd, and fragrant nutmeg fraught,

While the rich draught with oft-repeated whiffs

Tobacco mild improves. Divine repast!

Where no crude surfeit, or intemperate joys

Of lawless Bacchus reign; but o'er my soul 10

A calm Lethean creeps; in drowsy trance

Each thought subsides, and sweet oblivion wraps

My peaceful brain, as if the leaden rod

Of magic Morpheus o'er mine eyes had shed

Its opiate influence. What tho' sore ills 15

Oppress, dire want of chill-dispelling coals

Or cheerful candle (save the make-weight's gleam

Haply remaining
) heart-rejoicing ALE

Cheers the sad scene, and every want supplies.

Meantime, not mindless of the daily task 20

Of Tutor sage, upon the learned leaves

Of deep SMIGLECIUS much I meditate;

While ALE inspires, and lends its kindred aid,

The thought-perplexing labour to pursue,

Sweet Helicon of Logic! But if friends 25

Congenial call me from the toilsome page,

To Pot-house I repair, the sacred haunt,

Where, ALE, thy votaries in full resort

Hold rites nocturnal. In capacious chair

Of monumental oak and antique mould, 30

That long has stood the rage of conquering years

Inviolate, (nor in more ample chair

Smokes rosy Justice, when th' important cause,

Whether of hen-roost, or of mirthful rape,

In all the majesty of paunch he tries
) 35

Studious of ease, and provident, I place

My gladsome limbs; while in repeated round

Returns replenish'd the successive cup,

And the brisk fire conspires to genial joy:

While haply, to relieve the ling'ring hours 40

In innocent delight, amusive Putt

On smooth joint-stool in emblematic play

The vain vicissitudes of fortune shews.

Nor reckoning, name tremendous, me disturbs,

Nor, call'd for, chills my breast with sudden fear; 45

While on the wonted door, expressive mark,

The frequent penny stands describ'd to view,

In snowy characters and graceful row.--

Hail, TICKING! surest guardian of distress!

Beneath thy shelter, pennyless I quaff 50

The cheerful cup, nor hear with hopeless heart

New oysters cry'd;--tho' much the Poet's friend,

Ne'er yet attempted in poetic strain,

Accept this tribute of poetic praise!

Nor Proctor thrice with vocal heel alarms 55

Our joys secure, nor deigns the lowly roof

Of Pot-house snug to visit: wiser he

The splendid tavern haunts, or coffee-house

Of JAMES or JUGGINS, where the grateful breath

Of loath'd tobacco ne'er diffus'd its balm; 60

But the lewd spendthrift, falsely deem'd polite,

While steams around the fragrant Indian bowl,

Oft damns the vulgar sons of humbler Ale:

In vain--the Proctor's voice arrests their joys;

Just fate of wanton pride and loose excess! 65

Nor less by day delightful is thy draught,

All-pow'rful ALE! whose sorrow-soothing sweets

Oft I repeat in vacant afternoon,

When tatter'd stockings ask my mending hand

Not unexperienc'd; while the tedious toil 70

Slides unregarded. Let the tender swain

Each morn regale on nerve-relaxing tea,

Companion meet of languor-loving nymph:

Be mine each morn with eager appetite

And hunger undissembled, to repair 75

To friendly buttery; there on smoaking crust

And foaming ALE to banquet unrestrain'd,

Material breakfast! Thus in ancient days

Our ancestors robust with liberal cups

Usher'd the morn, unlike the squeamish sons 80

Of modern times: nor ever had the might

Of Britons brave decay'd, had thus they fed,

With British ALE improving British worth.

With ALE irriguous, undismay'd I hear

The frequent dun ascend my lofty dome 85

Importunate: whether the plaintive voice

Of Laundress shrill awake my startled ear;

Or Barber spruce with supple look intrude;

Or Taylor with obsequious bow advance;

Or Groom invade me with defying front 90

And stern demeanour, whose emaciate steeds

(Whene'er or Phoebus shone with kindlier beams,

Or luckier chance the borrow'd boots supply'd)

Had panted oft beneath my goring steel.

In vain they plead or threat: all-pow'rful ALE 95

Excuses new supplies, and each descends

With joyless pace, and debt-despairing looks:

E'en SPACEY with indignant brow retires,

Fiercest of duns! and conquer'd quits the field.

Why did the Gods such various blessings pour 100

On hapless mortals, from their grateful hands

So soon the short-liv'd bounty to recall?--

Thus while, improvident of future ill,

I quaff the luscious tankard uncontroll'd,

And thoughtless riot in unlicens'd bliss; 105

Sudden (dire fate of all things excellent!)

Th' unpitying Bursar's cross-affixing hand

Blasts all my joys, and stops my glad career.

Nor now the friendly Pot-house longer yields

A sure retreat, when night o'ershades the skies; 110

Nor SHEPPARD, barbarous matron, longer gives

The wonted trust, and WINTER ticks no more.

Thus ADAM, exil'd from the beauteous scenes

Of Eden, griev'd, no more in fragrant bow'r

On fruits divine to feast, fresh shade and vale 115

No more to visit, or vine-mantled grot;

But, all forlorn, the dreary wilderness

And unrejoicing solitudes to trace:

Thus too the matchless bard, whose lay resounds

The SPLENDID SHILLING'S praise, in nightly gloom 120

Of lonesome garret, pin'd for cheerful ALE;

Whose steps in verse Miltonic I pursue,

Mean follower: like him with honest love

Of ALE divine inspir'd, and love of song.

But long may bounteous Heav'n with watchful care 125

Avert his hapless lot! Enough for me

That burning with congenial flame I dar'd

His guiding steps at distance to pursue,

And sing his favorite theme in kindred strains.A few notes:22 Martinus Smiglecius' "Logica" (1618) was a textbook at Oxford.

49, 112 "Tick" (from "ticket") as a noun means "credit," as a verb means "buy on credit." Could "TICKING" in line 49 be not a proper name but the practice of giving or getting credit?

50 A reference to Penniless Bench: see John Richard Green, "Oxford Studies" (London: Macmillan, 1901), pp. 275-276.

120 "Splendid Shilling" was a poem by John Philips (1676-1708)."Charles Spencelayh, Good Health"