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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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



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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