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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...



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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