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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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



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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