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To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

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

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...



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The Indian weed, withered quite,
Green at noon, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily-white,
Shows thee to be a mortal wight;
And even such, gone with a touch,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Thinke thou beholdst the vanity
Of worldly stuffe, gone with a puffe,
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

And when the pipe grows foul within,
Think on thy soule defil'd with sin,
And then the fire it doth require.
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind,
May serve to put thee still in mind,
That unto dust return thou must.
Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco.

GEORGE WITHER, 1620.





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