Let the learned talk of books, The glutton of cooks, The lover of Celia's soft smack—O! No mortal can boast So noble a toast As a pipe of accepted tobacco! Let the soldier for fame, And a general's name, In battle get many a thwack—O! Let who will have most, Who will rule the rooste, Give me but a pipe of tobacco. Tobacco gives wit To the dullest old cit, And makes him of politics crack—O! The lawyers i' the hall Were not able to bawl, were it not for a whiff of tobacco. The man whose chief glory Is telling a story, ad never arrived at the smack—O! Between ever heying, And as I was saying, Did he not take a pipe of tobacco. The doctor who places Much skill in grimaces, And feels your pulse running tic-tack—O! Would you know his chief skill? It is only to fill And smoke a good pipe of tobacco. The courtiers alone To this weed are not prone; Would you know what 'tis makes them so slack—O! 'Twas because it inclined To be honest the mind, And therefore they banished tobacco. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS JUNGLE by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE |