Bard of the sofa and bohea—
Complained his "dear friend Bull" not free
From lowering Stygian smoke.
Clouds in his non-inebriate nob
Were doomed the tea tables to rob,
Inflicting many a painful throb
On one who could not smoke!
Smoke on! it is the steam of life,
The smoother of the waves of strife;
Where chimneys smoke, or scolds the wife,