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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...



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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