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Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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



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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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