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Thus think, then drink tobacco. He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest con And when the smoke ascends on high, solation, next to that which comes from heaven. Then thou behold'st vanity BULWER-LYTTON–What Will He Do With It? Of worldly stuff, Bk. I. Ch. VI.
Gone at a puff.
Thus think, then drink tobacco. Woman in this scale, the weed in that, Jupiter, Attributed to ERSKINE — Gospel Sonnets. hang out thy balance, and weigh them both; and Meditations on Tobacco. Pt. I. Printed in if thou give the preference to woman, all I can a Collection Two Broadsides against Tobacco. say is, the next time Juno ruffles thee Jupiter, (1672) ERSKINE claimed only Pt. II. Pt. try the weed.
1. is from an old poem. BULWER-LYTTON—What Will He Do With It?
(See also Scort, G. W.) Bk. I. Ch. VI.
Tobacco, an outlandish weed,
Doth in the land strange wonders breed; Tobacco, divine, rare superexcellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all panaceas, potable gold
It taints the breath, the blood it dries, and philosopher's stones, a sovereign remedy to
It burns the head, it blinds the eyes;
It dries the lungs, scourgeth the lights,
It ’numbs the soul, it dulls the sprites;
And makes him sit for others' gaze;
It mars a man, it mars a purse, Of snuff mundungus to his nose;
A lean one fat, a fat one worse; And powder'd th' inside of his skull,
A white man black, a black man white, Instead of th' outward jobbernol,
A night a day, a day a night; He shook it with a scornful look
It turns the brain like cat in pan, On th' adversary, and thus he spoke.
And makes a Jack a gentleman. BUTLER—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto II. L.
FAIRHOLT/J. Payne Collier's MS. 1,005.
With pipe and book at close of day, Sublime tobacco! which from east to west,
Oh, what is sweeter? mortal say.
Old Isaak or the Odyssey,
RICHARD LE GALLIENNE. In Volumes in
Come from the Indies hither; More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
It passed sea and land Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Ere it came to my hand, Thy naked beauties–Give me a cigar!
And 'scaped the wind and weather. BYRON—The Island. Canto II. St. 19.
Tobacco's a musician, Contented I sit with my pint and my pipe,
And in a pipe delighteth;
It descends in a close,
Through the organ of the nose,
With a relish that inviteth. Like smoking and moist’ning our clay;
BARTEN HOLIDAY—T'exnotamia. (1630) For tho' at my simile many may joke,
Some sigh for this and that; Man is but a pipe and his life but smoke.
My wishes don't go far; Content and a Pipe. Old ballad.
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar. The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
HOOD-The Cigar. Makes half a sentence at a time enough; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Neither do thou lust after that tawney weed to Then pause, and puff-and speak, and pause bacco. again.
BEN JONSON—Bartholomew Fair. Act II. COWPER-Conversation. L. 245.
A ruddy flower-pot, rimmed with gold so neatly, For Maggie has written a letter to give me my What ask you for the bowl? choice between
O sir, that bowl for worlds I would not part with; The wee little whimpering Love and the great A brave man gave it me, god Nick O'Teen.
Who won it-now what think you—of a bashaw?
At Belgrade's victory. And I have been servant of Love for barely a GOTTFRIED KONRAD PFEFFEL—The Tobacco twelvemonth clear,
Pipe. But I have been priest of Partagas a matter of seven year.
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane. And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked POPE-Rape of ihe Lock. Canto IV. L. 122.
with the cherry light Of stumps that I burned to friendship, and
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, pleasure and work and fight. KIPLING-The Betrothed.
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
The gnomes direct, to every atom just, For I hate, yet love thee, so,
The pungent grains of titillating dust, That, whichever thing I show,
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re echoes to his nose.
POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 81.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, LAMB-A Farewell to Tobacco.
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;
It shows our decay, we are but clay. For thy sake, tobacco, I
Think on this when you smoak Tobacco. Would do anything but die.
As quoted by SCOTT-Rob Roy. First printed LAMB-A Farewell to Tobacco.
in Wit and Mirth, or Pills to Purge Melan
choly. Vol. I. P. 315. (Ed. 1707) Nay, rather,
(See also ERSKINE) Plant divine, of rarest virtue; Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held LAMB--A Farewell to Tobacco.
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took 't away again; Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,
Who therefor angry, when it next came there, That our worst foes cannot find us,
Took it in snuff. And ill fortune, that would thwart us,
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 37. Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;
14 While each man, through thy height'ning steam,
SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto V.
St. 32. Thou through such a mist dost show us,
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, That our best friends do not know us.
In learned doctors' spite; LAMB-A Farewell to Tobacco.
Thy clouds all other clouds dispel 7
And lap me in delight.
CHARLES SPRAGUE-To My Cigar.
It is not for nothing that this "ignoble tabaTobacco, charmer of my mind,
gie," as Michelet calls it, spreads over all the When like the meteor's transient gleam,
world. Michelet rails against it because it renThy substance gone to air I find,
ders you happily apart from thought or work; I think, alas! my life's the same.
Whatever keeps a man in the front garMISSON—Memoirs of his travels over England. den, whatever checks wandering fancy and all (1697) Trans. by OZELL.
inordinate ambition, whatever makes for loung8
ing and contentment, makes just so surely for I would I were a cigarette
domestic happiness. Between my Lady's lithe sad lips,
STEVENSON-Virginibus Puerisque. I. Where Death like Love, divinely set.
(See also STEVENSON under MATRIMONY) With exquisite sighs and sips, Feeds and is fed.
Am I not-a smoker and a brother?
A VETERAN OF SMOKEDOM—The Smoker's Por life is Love and Love is death,
Guide. Ch. IV. Last line.
Look at me--follow me smell me! The H. A. Pags-Vers de Société. Madonna Mia. "stunning” cigar I am smoking is one of a sam
ple intended for the Captain General of Cuba, Old man, God bless you, does your pipe taste and the King of Spain, and positively cost a sweetly?
I have some dearer at A beauty, by my soul!
home. Yes, the expense is frightful, but it!
who can smoke the monstrous rubbish of the shops?
Happy the man, and happy he alone, A VETERAN OF SMOKEDOM—The Smoker's He, who can call to-day his own: Guide. Ch. IV.
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day. To smoke a cigar through a mouthpiece is DRYDEN-Imitation of Horace. Bk. III. Ode equivalent to kissing a lady through a respirator. XXIX. L. 65. A VETERAN OF SMOKEDOM—The Smoker's (See also COWLEY, also SMITH under EATING) Guide. Ch. V.
Die Gegenwart ist eine mächtige Göttin. Dick Stoype
The present is a powerful deity.
GOETHE—Torquato Tasso. IV. 4. 67.
The acts of to-day become the precedents of
F. HERSCHELL—Speech in support of LORD Curl round his midnight taper,
HARRINGTON's resolution, May 23, 1878. And the black fume Clothe all the room,
What yesterday was fact to-day is doctrine. In clouds as dark as sciences metaphysic.
JUNIUS. Dedication of his Letters. CHARLES WESTMACOTT—-Points of Misery.
Nothing that is can pause or stay; A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect | The moon will wax, the moon will wane, pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one un
The mist and cloud will turn to rain, satisfied. What more can you want?
The rain to mist and cloud again,
LONGFELLOW-Kéramos. L. 34.
Oh, the nursery is lonely and the garden's full of
rain, That to ashes and dust return we must:
And there's nobody at all who wants to play, Then think, and drink tobacco.
But I think if I should only run with all my G. W. Probably GEORGE WITHERS, in MS. of 17th. Cent. owned by J. PAYNE COLLIER.
might and main,
I could leave this dreary country of To-day. Printed in My Little Book of Songs and Bal
CAROLINE McCORMICK—Road to Yesterday. lads from Ancient Musick Books MS. (1851) “Drink tobacco" means drinking in, or smoking.
To-day what is there in the air (See also ERSKINE)
That makes December seem sweet May?
Nor crocuses to crown your hair
And hail you down my garden way.
Last night the full moon's frozen stare The new Day is born;
Struck me, perhaps; or did you say. Into Eternity
Really—you'd come, sweet Friend and fair! At night will return.
THEOPHILE MARZIALS—Rondel. To-day is ours; what do we fear?
Rise! for the day is passing, To-day is ours; we have it here.
And you lie dreaming on; Let's treat it kindly, that it may
The others have buckled their armour, Wish, at least, with us to stay.
And forth to the fight have gone: Let's banish business, banish sorrow;
A place in the ranks awaits you, To the gods belongs to-morrow.
Each man has some part to play; ABRAHAM COWLEY—Anacreontique. The Epi- The Past and the Future are nothing, cure. L. 7.
In the face of the stern To-day. 7
ADELAIDE PROCTER—Legends and Lyrics. To-morrow let my sun his beams display, Or in clouds hide them: I have lived to-day.
TO-MORROW ABRAHAM COWLEY-A Vote. Last lines. (See also DRYDEN)
Dreaming of a to-morrow, which to-morrow
Will be as distant then as 'tis to-day. Days that need borrow
TOME BURGUILLOS—Tomorrow, and To-morNo part of their good morrow,
row. JOHN BOWRING's trans.
"Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt What dost thou bring to me, O fair To-day, How he persists to knock and wait for thee!" That comest o'er the mountains with swift feet? And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, JULIA C. R. DORR-To-Day.
“To-morrow we will open," I replied,
And when the morrow came I answered still, “To-morrow.”
Leuconoë, close the book of fate, LOPE DE VEGA-To-morrow LONGFELLOW'S For troubles are in store,
trans. L. 9. 1
Live today, tomorrow is not. Never do but one thing at a time, and never HORACE_Carmina. I. XI. put off till to-morrow what you can do today.
(See also MARTIAL) CHESTERFIELD. Attributed also to DEWITT, Grand Pensionary of Holland.
There is a budding morrow in midnight. (See also FRANKLIN)
KEATS -- Sonnet. Standing alone in giant 2
Ignorance. Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.
To-morrow will give some food for thought. Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, CICERO—Epistolae Ad Atticum. XV. 8. And through the opening door that time unlocks 3
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. A shining isle in a stormy sea,
LONGFELLOW-To-Morrow. We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
14 To-day is sad. In the bland To-be,
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, MARY CLEMMER-To-morrow.
And tremble to be happy with the rest." 4
And I make answer: "I am satisfied; In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, I dare not ask; I know not what is best; May my lot no less fortunate be
God hath already said what shall betide." Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, LONGFELLOW-To-Morrow,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow, dawn,
There's a flower about to blow; Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
There's a midnight blackness changing
Clear the way.
CHARLES MACKAY-Clear the Way. In Voices Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
from the Crowd.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
WILLIAM MARSDEN-What is Time?
Tomorrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? 'Tis a sharper-who stakes his penury
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear Against thy plenty-takes thy ready cash,
"Twill be both very old and very dear. And pays thee naught but wishes, hopes, and "To-morrow I will live,” the fool does say: promises,
To-day itself's too late;—the wise lived yesterThe currency of idiots--injurious bankrupt,
day. That gulls the easy creditor!
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. V. Ep. LVIII. NATHANIEL COTTON—T'o-morrow. 7
To morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. Trust on and think To-morrow will repay;
MOORE-Lalla Rookh. The Light of the To-morrow's falser than the former day;
D. M. MULOCK—Between Two Worlds.
This day was yesterday to-morrow nam'd: FRANKLIN—Poor Richard's Almanac.
To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed:
To-morrow not yet come, not far away, Never leave that till to-morrow which you What shall to-morrow then be call'd? To-day. can do to-day.
OWEN—To-Day and To-Morrow. Bk. III. FRANKLIN-Poor Richard's Almanac.
L. 50. 10
Cum altera lux venit Oh! to be wafted away
Jam cras hesternum consumpsimus; ecce aliud From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
cras Where the dust of an earthy to-day,
Egerit hos annos, et semper paulum erit ultra. Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.
When another day has arrived, we will W. S. GILBERT-Heart-Foam.
find that we have consumed our yesterday's