Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 15 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 434 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
TObacco's a Musician And in a Pipe delighteth; It descends in a Close, Through the Organ of the nose, With a Relish that inviteth. This makes me sing So ho, ho, So ho ho boys, Ho boys sound I loudly; Earth ne'er did breed Such a jovial weed Whereof to boast so proudly. Tobacco is a Lawyer, His pipes do love Long Cases: When our brains it enters, Our feet do make Indentures, Which we Seal with stamping paces. This makes me sing, So ho, etc. Tobacco's a Physician Good both for Sound and Sickly: 'tis a Hot Perfume That expels Cold rheum, And makes it flow down quickly. This makes me sing, etc. Tobacco is a Traveller Come from the Indies Hither; It passed Sea and Land Ere it came to my hand, And scaped the Wind, and Wether. This makes me sing, etc. Tobacco is a Critic, That still Old Paper Turneth; Whose Labour, and Care Is as Smoke in the Air, That ascends from a rag when it burneth. This makes me sing, etc. Tobacco's an Ignis fatuus, A Fat and fiery vapour; That leads men about Till the Fire be Out, Consuming like a Taper, This makes me sing, etc. Tobacco is a Whiffler, And cries Huff Snuff with fury; His Pipe's his Club and Link; he's the visor that does drink; Thus armed I fear not a jury. This makes me sing So ho ho, So ho ho boys, Ho boys sound I loudly: Earth ne'er did breed Such a jovial weed, Whereof to boast so proudly. i'faith 'tis my man Phlegmatico, he's at his rheumatic antidote; but I'll— My Master, and I saw him not! Nay, never put up your pipe, you shall not be gone so. A fire burn this Tobacco. It would, if you would have let it alone, Sir. You're my Target-bearer, sirrah, are you not? a present defence at a desperate combat: bear this also home with you, till I bring you more myself, you slavering rogue. Look Master Causidicus, I have by Action expressed, what my Passion before would scarce have afforded words to deliver; I myself was in like sort beaten by a Varlet, but upon an unlike cause, most injuriously; and now I come to you to be my advocate, and if you will stand my friend, I shall not be wanting to content you in any reasonable sort; and, because you Lawyers are somewhat Tongue-tied, suffer me to be the Midwife to cut the string thereof, with this Silver Penny. Nay, 'pray Sir be not womanish, you shall take it.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
TObacco's a Muſician And in a Pipe delighteth; It deſcends in a Cloſe, Through the Organ of the noſe, With a Relliſh that inuiteth. This makes me ſing So ho, ho, So ho ho boyes, Ho boyes ſound J loudly; Earth ne're did breed Such a iouiall weed Whereof to boaſt ſo proudly. Tobacco is a Lawyer, His pipes doe loue Long Caſes: When our braines it enters, Our feete doe make Indentures, Which we Seale with ſtamping paces. This makes me ſing, So ho, &c. Tobacco's a Phyſician Good both for Sound and Sickly: T'is a Hot Perfume That expells Cold Rhewme, And makes it flow downe quickly. This makes me ſing, &c. Tobacco is a Trauellour Come from the Indies Hether; It paſs'd Sea and Land Ere it came to my hand, And ſcap'd the Wind, and Wether. This makes me ſing, &c. Tobacco is a Critticke, That ſtill Old Paper Turneth; Whoſe Labour, and Care Is as Smoke in the Aire, That aſcends from a rag when it burneth. This makes me ſing, &c. Tobacco's an Ignis fatuus, A Fat and Fyrie vapour; That leads men about Till the Fire be Out, Conſuming like a Taper, This makes me ſing, &c. Tobacco is a Whiffler, And cryes Huff Snuff with furie; His Pipe's his Club and Linke; Hee's the viſor that does drinke; Thus arm'd I feare not a Iurie. This makes me ſing So ho ho, So ho ho boyes, Ho boyes ſound I loudly: Earth ne're did breed Such a Iouiall weed, Whereof to boaſt ſo proudly. 'Faith 'tis my man Phlegmatico, hee's at his rheumatike antidote; but Ile — My Maſter, and I ſaw him not! Nay, neuer put vp your pipe, you ſhall not be gon ſo. A fire burne this Tobacco. It would, if you would haue let it alone, Sir. You're my Target-bearer, ſirrah, are you not? a preſent defence at a deſperate combat: beare this alſo home with you, till I bring you more my ſelfe, you ſlauering rogue. Looke Maſter Cauſidicus, I haue by Action expreſt, what my Paſsion before would ſcarce haue afforded words to deliuer; I my ſelfe was in like ſort beaten by a Varlet, but vpon an vnlike cauſe, moſt iniuriouſly; and now I come to you to be my aduocate, and if you will ſtand my friend, I ſhall not bee wanting to content you in any reaſonable ſort; and, becauſe you Lawyers are ſomewhat Tongue-tide, ſuffer me to be the Midwife to cut the ſtring thereof, with this Siluer Penny. Nay, 'pray Sir be not womaniſh, you ſhall take it.