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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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