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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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



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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