As I my self dare boldly speak, [p. 24.]

Tobacco, Tobacco,

Which makes my very heart to break,

Tobacco, Tobacco,

For she that I take for my friend,

Hath my Tobacco quite consum’d,

She hath spoil’d my Pipe, and there’s an end

Of all my good Tobacco.

[p. 29.]

On the Goldsmiths-Committee.