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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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

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

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

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

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 ...



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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