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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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



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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