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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...



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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