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

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

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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



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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