Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry

by Unknown

Wherein so many take delight,

Is broke with a touch,—man's life is such;

Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The pipe that is so foul within

Shows how man's soul is stained with sin,

And then the fire it doth require;

Think of this when you smoke tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind

Do serve to put us all in mind

That unto dust return we must;