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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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



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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