Blow! blow! zephyrs and organists,
Piping and blowing there’s nothing else thought of now.
Puff! puff! that’s doing what is right.
Puff till you’ve blinded his majesty’s lieges,
Puff! puff! bakers and pastry-cooks,
Bacca-pipe odour each nostril besieges.
Spit! spit! all who love bacca smoke,
For it produces great expectoration;
Spit! spit! smokers and cook wenches,
Let there be spitting without a cessation.