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A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

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

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

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 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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