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

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

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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



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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