Imitation III.
——Prorumpit ad æthera nubem
Turbine fumantem piceo.
Virg.
O thou, matur’d by glad Hesperian suns,
Tobacco, fountain pure of limpid[16] truth,
That looks the very soul; whence pouring thought
Swarms all the mind; absorpt is yellow care,
And[17] at each puff imagination burns.