MOTTO FOR A TOBACCO JAR.





Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid,

But woo the goddess through a yard of clay;

And soon you'll own she is the fairest maid

To stifle pain, and drive old Care away.

Nor deem it waste; what though to ash she burns,

If for your outlay you get good returns!





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