Isaac Hawkins Browne

“ Who scorns the Leaf of Knowledge, love the Tree!
The tainted Templar (more prodigious yet)
Rails at Tobacco, tho' it makes him—spit.
Citronia vows it has an odious Stink;
She will not smoke (ye Gods!) but she will drink:
And chaste Prudella (blame her if you can)
Says, Pipes are us'd by that vile Creature Man:
Yet Crowds remain, who still its Worth proclaim,
While some for Pleasure smoke, and some for Fame:
Fame, of our Actions universal Spring,
For which we drink, eat, sleep, smoke—ev'ry Thing. ”

“ Sing, ye Muses, Tobacco, the Blessing of Peace;
Was ever a Nation so blessed as this!
Air
When Summer Suns grow red with Heat
Tobacco tempers Phoebus' Ire;
When Wintry Storms around us beat,
Tobacco chears with gentle Fire. ”

“ With the red Touch of Zeal-enkindling Sheet,
Mark’d with Gibsonian Lore; forth issue Clouds,
Thought-thrilling, Thirst-inciting Clouds around,
And many-mining Fires: I all the While,
Lolling at Ease, inhale the breezy Balm. ”