Some people say it steals away
The brain, till all is bare,
But they are foes, or chiefly those
Who’ve got no brains to spare.
Great Doctor Parr, bright learning’s star,
A scholar rare and ripe,
Would sit and puff, through smooth and rough,
Enraptured with his pipe.
My pipe I’ll fill, and smoke I will,
Though all the world condemn;