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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...



TOBACCO.








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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