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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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



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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