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Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...



A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smack--O!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.

Let the soldier for fame,
And a general's name,
In battle get many a thwack--O!
Let who will have most,
Who will rule the rooste,
Give me but a pipe of tobacco.

Tobacco gives wit
To the dullest old cit,
And makes him of politics crack--O!
The lawyers i' the hall
Were not able to bawl,
Were it not for a whiff of tobacco.

The man whose chief glory
Is telling a story,
Had never arrived at the smack--O!
Between ever heying,
And as I was saying,
Did he not take a whiff of tobacco.

The doctor who places
Much skill in grimaces,
And feels your pulse running tic-tack--O!
Would you know his chief skill?
It is only to fill
And smoke a good pipe of tobacco.

The courtiers alone
To this weed are not prone;
Would you know what 'tis makes them so slack--O?
'Twas because it inclined
To be honest the mind,
And therefore they banished tobacco.





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