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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

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

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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



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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