Smoker Reading Epigrams.
No use to draw upon a bank if no effects are there,
But a draw of this Tobacco is quite a safe affair;
And a pipe with fragrant weed (such as I hold) neatly stuffed,
Is just the only thing on earth that ought to be well puffed.
R. S. Y. P.
Poor woman "pipes her eye,"
When in affliction's gripe;
But man, far wiser grown,
Just eyes his pipe.
In Nubilus.
Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.
Ex Fumo dare Lucem.
Travelers say Tobacco springs
From the graves of Indian kings:
Fill your pipe, then—smoke will be
Incense to their memory.
Though the weed's nor rich nor rare,
'Tis a balm for every care.
Peter Piper.
Give me the weed, the fragrant weed,
My wearied brain to calm;
In a wreath of smoke, while I crack my joke,
I'll find a healing balm.
Day after day, let come what may,
The pipe of peace I'll fill;
I readily pay for briar or clay,
To save a doctor's bill.
Pompone.
Great men need no pompous marble
To perpetuate their name;
Household gear and common trinkets
Best remind us of their fame.