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On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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