Such cheerful expectations doth infuse
As makes me think ere long I cannot choose
But be some grandee, whatsoe'er I'm now.
But having spent my pipe, I then perceive
That hopes and dreams are cousins,—both deceive.
Then mark I this conclusion in my mind,
It's all one thing,—both tend into one scope,—
To live upon Tobacco and on Hope:
The one's but smoke, the other is but wind.
SIR ROBERT AYTON.