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Tobacco, an outlandish weed, Doth in the land strange wonders breed; It taints the breath, the blood it dries, It burns the head, it blinds the eyes; It dries the lungs, scourgeth the lights, It 'numbs the soul, it dulls the sprites; It brings a man into a maze, And makes him sit for others' gaze; It mars a man, it mars a purse, A lean one fat, a fat one worse; A white man black, a black man white, A night a day, a day a night; It turns the brain like cat in pan, And makes a Jack a gentleman.— FAIRHOLT — J. Payne Collier's MS.
Tobacco is a traveler, Come from the Indies hither; It passed sea and land Ere it came to my hand, And 'scaped the wind and weather. Tobacco's a musician, And in a pipe delighteth; It descends in a close, Through the organ of the nose, With a relish that inviteth.— BARTEN HOLIDAY — Song in Play of
Technogamia. Some sigh for this and that; My wishes don't go far; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar.— HOOD — The Cigar.
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.— BEN JONSON — Every Man in His Humour. Act III. Sc. 2.
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 Portagas 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.— RUDYARD KIPLING — The Betrothed.
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.— CHARLES LAMB — A Farewell to Tobacco.
For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die. レ— CHARLES LAMB — A Farewell to Tobacco.
Nay, rather, Plant divine, of rarest virtue; Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.— CHARLES 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. C.— CHARLES LAMB — A Farewell to Tobacco.
Thou through such a mist dost show us, That our best friends do not know us.— CHARLES LAMB — A Farewell to Tobacco.
He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.— BULWER-LYTTON — What Will He Do With It? Bk. I. Ch. VI.
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan!— BULWER-LYTTON — Night and Morning. Bk. I. Ch. VI.
Woman in this scale, the weed in that, Jupiter, hang out thy balance, and weigh them both; and if thou give the preference to woman, all I can say is, the next time Juno ruffles thee-O Jupiter, try the weed.— BULWER-LYTTON — What Will He Do With It? Bk. I. Ch. VI.
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. * * * * * * For life is Love and Love is death, It was my hap, a well-a-day! To burn my little hour away.— H. A. PAGE — Vers de Société.
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? O 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 KONRAD PFEFFEL — The
Tobacco Pipe.— OCCUPATIONS — TONSORIAL. 457
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.— POPE — Rape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 81.
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.— POPE — Rape of the Lock. Canto IV. L. 122.
Divine Tobacco.— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto V. 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.
Dick Stoype Was a dear friend and lover of the pipe. He used to say one pipe of Wishart's best Gave life a zest. To him 'twas meat and drink and physic, To see the friendly vapor Curl round his midnight taper, And the black fume Clothe all the room, In clouds as dark as sciences metaphysic.— CHARLES WESTMACOTT — Points of
Misery. Tonsorial. With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers take a costly care.— DRYDEN — Fourth Satire of Persius. L. 89.
Of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be distinguished.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Boswell's Life of
Johnson. 1777. But he shaved with a shell when he chose, 'Twas the manner of primitive man.— ANDREW LANG — Double Ballad of
Primitive Man. Thy boist'rous locks, no worthy match For valour to assail, nor by the sword * * * * * * But by the barber's razor best subdued.— MILTON — Samson Agonistes. L. 1,167.
The first (barbers) that entered Italy came out of Sicily and it was in the 454 yeare after the foundation of Rome. Brought in they were by P. Ticinius Mena as Varra doth report for before that time they never cut their hair. The first that was shaven every day was Scipio Africanus, and after him cometh Augustus the Emperor who evermore used the rasor.— PLINY — Natural History. Bk. VII. Ch. LIX. Holland's trans.