TOBACCO TOBACCO
For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick O'Teen.
And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been priest of Partagas a matter of seven year.
And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cherry light
Of stumps that I burned to friendship, and pleasure and work and fight.
For I hate, yet love thee, so,
That, whichever thing I show,
The plain truth will seem to be
A constrained hyperbole,
And the passion to proceed
More from a mistress than a weed.
For thy sake, tobacco, I
Would do anything but die.
Lamb—A Farewell to Tobacco.
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| text = <poem>Nay, rather,
Plant divine, of rarest virtue;
Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
Lamb—A Farewell to Tobacco.
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,
That our worst foes cannot find us,
And ill fortune, that would thwart us,
-Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;
While each man, through thy height'ning steam,
Does like a smoking Etna seem.
•Lamb—A Farewell to Tobacco.
Thou through such a mist dost show us,
That our best friends do not know us.
Lamb—A Farewell to Tobacco.
Tobac! dont mon &me est ravie,
Lorsque je te vois te perdre en I'air,
Aussi promptement q'un eclair,
Je vois l'image de ma vie.
Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When like the meteor's transient gleam,
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas! my life's the same.
Misson—Memoirs of his travels over England.
(1697) Trans, by Ozbll.
I would I were a cigarette
Between my Lady's lithe sad lips,
Where Death like Love, divinely set.
With exquisite sighs and sips,
Feeds and is fed.
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For life is Love and Love is death,
It was my hap, a well-aniay!
To burn my little hour away.
H. A. Page—Vers de Soctell. Madonna Mia.
Old man, God bless you, does your pipe taste
sweetly?
A beauty, by my soul!
A ruddy flower-pot, rimmed with gold so neatly,
What ask you for the bowl? ,__.—sir, that bowl for worlds I would not part with ;
A brave man gave it me, ♦
Who won it—now what think you—of a bashaw?
At Belgrade's victory.
Gottfried Konbad Pfeffel—The Tobacco
Pipe.
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
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| work = Rape of the Lock. Canto IV. L. 122.
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Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
The gnomes direct, to every atom just,
The pungent grains of titillating dust,
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
| author = Pope
| work = Rape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 81.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows our decay, we are but clay.
Think on this when you smoak Tobacco.
As quoted by Scott—Rob Roy. First printed
in W it and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy. Vol. I. P. 315. (Ed. 1707)
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| text = <poem>And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took 't away again;
Who therefor angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 37.
Divine Tobacco.
Spenser—Faerie
St. 32.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
In learned doctors' spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel
And lap me in delight.
Charles Sprague—To My Cigar.
It is not for nothing that this "ignoble tabagie," as Michelet calls it, spreads over all the
world. Michelet rails against it because it renders you happily apart from thought or work;
. . . Whatever keeps a man in the front garden, whatever checks wandering fancy and all
inordinate ambition, whatever makes for lounging and contentment, makes just so surely for
domestic happiness.
Stevenson—Virginihus Puerisque. I.
| seealso = (See also Stevenson under Matrimony)
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| text = <poem>Am I not—a smoker and a brother?
A Veteran op Smokedom—The Smoker's
Guide. Ch. rv. Last line.
Look at me—follow me—smell me! The "stunning" cigar I am smoking is one of a sample intended for the Captain General of Cuba, and the King of Spain, and positively cost a shilling! Oh! * * * I have some dearer at home. Yes, the expense is frightful, but it!
