Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE FALL OF THE MITRE TAVERN IN CAMBRIDGE, by THOMAS RANDOLPH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lament, lament, ye scholars all Last Line: But now we'll drink like doctors. Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Cambridge, England; Fire; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons | ||||||||
LAMENT, lament, ye scholars all, Each wear his blackest gown, The Mitre, that held up your wits, Is now itself fallen down. The dismal fire on London Bridge Can move no heart of mine; For that but o'er the water stood, But this stood o'er the wine. It needs must melt each Christian's heart That this sad news but hears, To think how the good hogsheads wept Good sack and claret tears. The zealous students of that place Change of religion fear: That this mischance may soon bring in A heresy of beer. Unhappy Mitre! I would know The cause of this sad hap: Came it by making legs too low To Pembroke's cardinal cap? Then know thyself, and cringe no more, Since Popery went down, That cap should vail to thee, for now The Mitre's next the Crown! Or was't because our company Did not frequent your cell, As we were wont, to drown our cares: So fox'd thyself, and fell? Nay, sure, the devil was a-dry, And caus'd this fatal blow; 'Twas he that made the cellar sink, That he might drink below! Yet, though some say that the devil did it, That he might drink up all; I rather think that the Pope was drunk, And let the Mitre fall. Lament, ye Eton conjurors, The want of skill acknowledge: To let your tavern fall, that stood At th' walls of your own college. Let the Rose with the Falcon moult, While Sam enjoys his wishes; The Dolphin, too, must cast her crown: Wine was not made for fishes. That sign a tavern best becomes, That shows who loves wine best; The Mitre's, then, the only sign, For 'tis the scholar's crest. Then drink sack, Sam, and cheer thy heart: Be not dismay'd at all: For we will drink it up again, Though we do catch a fall. We'll be thy workmen day and night, In spite of bugbear proctors: Before we drank like freshmen all, But now we'll drink like doctors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE OF SILENCE by PHILIP LEVINE SPRING STREET BAR by MEI-MEI BERSSENBRUGGE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL THE NIGHT MAN AT THE BLUE LITE by LYNN EMANUEL DRAFT OF THE SMOKY LIFE by FORREST GANDER ANY NEWS FROM ALPHA CENTAURI by ANSELM HOLLO FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH ODE TO MASTER ANTHONY STAFFORD [TO HASTEN HIM INTO COUNTRY] by THOMAS RANDOLPH |
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