. A lyttel parcell of poems and parodyes in prayse of tobacco, contayning divers conceited ballades, and pithie sayinges, all newly collected and emprinted . ed of my prosperous and evil days— To THE Friend who, though, in the early stages of our acquaintanceship, did ofttimes disagree with me, has since become to be my very warmest comrade— To THE Friend who, however often I may put him out, never (now) upsets me in revenge— To THE FriendMho, treated with marked coldness by all the female members of my household, and regarded with suspicion by my very dog, nevertheless, seems day by day to be
. A lyttel parcell of poems and parodyes in prayse of tobacco, contayning divers conceited ballades, and pithie sayinges, all newly collected and emprinted . ed of my prosperous and evil days— To THE Friend who, though, in the early stages of our acquaintanceship, did ofttimes disagree with me, has since become to be my very warmest comrade— To THE Friend who, however often I may put him out, never (now) upsets me in revenge— To THE FriendMho, treated with marked coldness by all the female members of my household, and regarded with suspicion by my very dog, nevertheless, seems day by day to be more drawn by me, and, in return, to more and more impregnate me with the odour of his friendship— To THE Friend who never tells me of my faults, never wants to borrow money, and never talks about himself— To the companion of my idle hours, the soother of my sorrows, the confidant of my joys and hopes— My oldest and strongest PIPE, This Little Volume is gratefully and affectionately dedicated. (Dedication to The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellov/,a Book for an Idle Holiday. By Jerome K. Jerome,London, Field & Tuer, 1887.) OF TOBACCO. 45. POEMS ON THE PIPE, Hail ! social pipe—thou foe lo care,Companion of my elbow chair ;As forth thy curling fumes arise,They seem an evening sacrifice—An offering to my Makers praise,For all His benefits and grace. Dr. Garth. Sonnet to a Pipe. (1690.) ** Doux charme de ma solitude,Brulante pipe, ardent fourneau !Qui purges dhumeur mon cerveau,Et mon esprit d ! dont mon ame est ravie, 46 POEMS IN PRAISE Lorsque je te vols te perdre en Iair,Aussi promptement qun eclair,Je vols Iimage de ma vie ;Tu remets dans mon souvenir,Ce quun jour je dois devenir,Netant quune cendre animee ;Et tout dun coup je maper9oi,Que courant apres ta famee,Je passe de meme que toi. Attributed to Esprit de Raymond, Comte de of the above. • Sweet smoking pipe, bright glowing stove,Companion still of my retreat,Thou dost my
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