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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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



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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