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A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...



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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