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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

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



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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