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Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...



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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