All amber the ale doth glow;
In t’other are long “churchwardens,”
As spotless and pure as snow.
Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?—Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.
As the elephant’s trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative