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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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



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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