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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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



HENRY FIELDING.








Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.
What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?
In country or in town, on land or sea,
The weed is still delightful company.
In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain,
We fly to thee for solace once again.
Delicious plant, by all the world consumed,
'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doom'd.

ANON.




Tobacco, some say, is a potent narcotic,
That rules half the world in a way quite despotic;
So, to punish him well for his wicked and merry tricks,
We'll burn him forthwith, as they used to do heretics.





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