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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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



SMOKE IS THE FOOD OF LOVERS.








When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose
Was just the very one you might suppose.
Love keep a shop?--his trade, oh! quickly name!
A dealer in tobacco--fie, for shame!
No less than true, and set aside all joke,
From oldest time he ever dealt in smoke;
Than smoke, no other thing he sold, or made;
Smoke all the substance of his stock in trade;
His capital all smoke, smoke all his store,
'Twas nothing else; but lovers ask no more--
And thousands enter daily at his door!
Hence it was ever, and it e'er will be
The trade most suited to his faculty:
Fed by the vapors of their heart's desire,
No other food his votaries require;
For that they seek--the favor of the fair--
Is unsubstantial as the smoke and air.

JACOB CATS: _Moral Emblems_.





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