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The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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



TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED.








Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows decay; we are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch,--man's life is such;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,
And then the fire it doth require;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shews us man's life must have an end;
The vapor's gone,--man's life is done;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

From "_Pills to Purge Melancholy_."





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