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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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