With smoky mists that circle him.
So all the world’s on smoking bent,
And puffs and fumes to its content:
Fill up the bowl then, fill it high,
Fill all the gaping pipes, for why
Should every creature smoke but I:
Why, man of morals, tell me why?”
From “The Anatomy of Tobacco: or Smoking Methodised, Divided, and Considered after a new fashion.” By Leolinus Siluriensis. London. George Redway, 1884.
Critics avaunt—tobacco is my theme,