Woman in this scale, the weed in that, Jupiter, hang out thy balance, and weigh them both; and if thou give the preference to woman, all I can say is, the next time Juno ruffles theeO Jupiter, try the weed. Bulwer-LyttonWhat Will He Do With It? Bk. I. Ch. VI.
After he had administerd a dose Of snuff mundungus to his nose; And powderd th inside of his skull, Instead of th outward jobbernol, He shook it with a scornful look On th adversary, and thus he spoke. ButlerHudibras. Pt. III. Canto II. L. 1,005.
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tars labour or the Turkmans rest; Which on the Moslems ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tippd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beautiesGive me a cigar! ByronThe Island. Canto II. St. 19.
Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe, Puffing sorrow and care far away, And surely the brow of grief nothing can wipe, Like smoking and moistning our clay; * * * * * For tho at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipeand his life but smoke. Content and a Pipe. Old ballad.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay. All flesh is hay. Thus think, then drink tobacco. * * * * And when the smoke ascends on high, Then thou beholdst vanity Of worldly stuff, Gone at a puff. Thus think, then drink tobacco. Attributed to ErskineGospel Sonnets. Meditations on Tobacco. Pt. I. Printed in a Collection Two Broadsides against Tobacco. (1672). Erskine claimed only Pt. II. Pt. I. is from an old poem.
Tobacco, an outlandish weed, Doth in the land strange wonders breed; It taints the breath, the blood it dries, It burns the head, it blinds the eyes; It dries the lungs, scourgeth the lights, It numbs the soul, it dulls the sprites; It brings a man into a maze, And makes him sit for others gaze; It mars a man, it mars a purse, A lean one fat, a fat one worse; A white man black, a black man white, A night a day, a day a night; It turns the brain like cat in pan, And makes a Jack a gentleman. FairholtJ. Payne Colliers MS.
With pipe and book at close of day, Oh, what is sweeter? mortal say. It matters not what book on knee, Old Isaak or the Odyssey, It matters not meerschaum or clay. Richard Le Gallienne. In Volumes in Folio. See Copes Smokers Garland.
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers. Ben JonsonEvery Man in His Humour. Act III. Sc. 2.
For I hate, yet love thee, so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be A constrained hyperbole, And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed. LambA Farewell to Tobacco.
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us, That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; While each man, through thy heightning steam, Does like a smoking Etna seem. LambA Farewell to Tobacco.
Tobac! dont mon âme est ravie, Lorsque je te vois te perdre en lair, Aussi promptement qun éclair, Je vois limage de ma vie. Tobacco, charmer of my mind, When like the meteors transient gleam, Thy substance gone to air I find, I think, alas! my lifes the same. MissonMemoirs of his travels over England. (1697). Trans. by Ozell.
I would I were a cigarette Between my Ladys lithe sad lips, Where Death like Love, divinely set. With exquisite sighs and sips, Feeds and is fed. * * * * For life is Love and Love is death, It was my hap, a well-a-day! To burn my little hour away. H. A. PageVers de Société. Madonna Mia.
Old man, God bless you, does your pipe taste sweetly? A beauty, by my soul! A ruddy flower-pot, rimmed with gold so neatly, What ask you for the bowl? O sir, that bowl for worlds I would not part with; A brave man gave it me, Who won itnow what think youof a bashaw? At Belgrades victory. Gottfried Konrad PfeffelThe Tobacco Pipe.
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw; The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust, Sudden, with starting tears each eye oerflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. PopeRape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 81.
Tobaccos but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut down at eve; It shows our decay, we are but clay. Think on this when you smoak Tobacco. As quoted by ScottRob Roy. First printed in Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melancholy. Vol. I. P. 315. (Ed. 1707).
And twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took t away again; Who therefor angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 37.
It is not for nothing that this ignoble tabagie, as Michelet calls it, spreads over all the world. Michelet rails against it because it renders you happily apart from thought or work; Whatever keeps a man in the front garden, whatever checks wandering fancy and all inordinate ambition, whatever makes for lounging and contentment, makes just so surely for domestic happiness. StevensonVirginibus Puerisque. I.
Look at mefollow mesmell me! The stunning cigar I am smoking is one of a sample intended for the Captain General of Cuba, and the King of Spain, and positively cost a shilling! Oh! * * * I have some dearer at home. Yes, the expense is frightful, butit! who can smoke the monstrous rubbish of the shops? A Veteran of SmokedomThe Smokers Guide. Ch. IV.
Dick Stoype Was a dear friend and lover of the pipe. He used to say one pipe of Wisharts best Gave life a zest. To him twas meat and drink and physic, To see the friendly vapor Curl round his midnight taper, And the black fume Clothe all the room, In clouds as dark as sciences metaphysic. Charles WestmacottPoints of Misery.
Lastly, the ashes left behind, May daily show to move the mind, That to ashes and dust return we must: Then think, and drink tobacco. G. W. Probably George Withers, in MS. of 17th. Cent. owned by J. Payne Collier. Printed in My Little Book of Songs and Ballads from Ancient Musick Books MS. (1851). Drink tobacco means drinking in, or smoking.