She led him up, she led him on
Till he had reached his goal.
Persicos odi
TO MY TOBACCONIST
I hate your imported Havannahs,
Your perfumed cheroots I decline;
His own special weakness each man has,
A pipe, I confess it, is mine.
Why take from their elegant wrappers
Your gilded cork-tipped cigarettes,
Fit only for militant flappers