Whether ’tis better to abjure the habit,
And trust the warnings of a scribbling doctor,
Or buy at once a box of best Havanas,
And ten a day consume them? To smoke, to puff,
Nay more, to waste the tender fabric of the lungs
And risk consumption and its thousand ills
The practice leads to—’tis a consummation
Discreetly to be shunned. To smoke, to puff—
To puff, perhaps to doze—ay, there’s the rub;
For in that dozing state we thirsty grow,