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Nay, rather,
Plant divine, of rarest virtue;
Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
A Farewell to Tobacco (1805)
For thy sake, tobacco, I
Would do anything but die.
A Farewell to Tobacco (1805)
Thou through such a mist dost show us,
That our best friends do not know us.
A Farewell to Tobacco (1805)
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.
A Farewell to Tobacco (1805)
Stinking’st of the stinking kind,
Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind,
Africa, that brags her foyson,
Breeds no such prodigious poison,
Henbane, nightshade, both together,
Hemlock, aconite—
A Farewell to Tobacco (1805)
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 height'ning steam,
Does like a smoking Etna seem.
A Farewell to Tobacco (1805)