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

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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...



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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