HENRY FIELDING.





Friend of my youth, companion of my later days.

What needs my Muse to sing thy various praise?

In country or in town, on land or sea,

The weed is still delightful company.

In joy or sorrow, grief or racking pain,

We fly to thee for solace once again.

Delicious plant, by all the world consumed,

'Tis pity thou, like man, to ashes too art doom'd.



ANON.









Tobacco, some say, is a potent narcotic,

That rules half the world in a way quite despotic;

So, to punish him well for his wicked and merry tricks,

We'll burn him forthwith, as they used to do heretics.





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