And all that’s given to man—that bitter joke—
Youth, Hope, and Love, three whiffs of passing zest
Then come the ashes, and the long, long rest.
From Nicotiana, by Henry James Meller. London. Effingham Wilson. 1832.
Ode to my Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well.
In learned doctors’ spite;
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
And lap me in delight.