"Let no temptation, mortal, ere come nigh! Suspect some ambush in the parsley hid; From the first kiss of love ye maidens fly, Ye youths, avoid the first Tobacco-quid! "Perhaps I wrong thee, O thou veteran chaw, And better thoughts my musings should engage; That thou wert rounded in some toothless jaw, The joy, perhaps of solitary age. "One who has suffered Fortune's hardest knocks, Poor, and with none to tend on his gray hairs; Yet has a friend in his Tobacco-box, And, while he rolls his quid, forgets his cares. "Even so it is with human happiness-- Each seeks his own according to his whim; One toils for wealth, one Fame alone can bless, One asks a quid--a quid is all to him. "O, veteran chaw! thy fibres savory, strong, While aught remained to chew, thy master chewed, Then cast thee here, when all thy juice was gone, Emblem of selfish man's ingratitude! "O, happy man! O, cast-off quid! is he Who, like as thou, has comforted the poor; Happy his age who knows himself, like thee, Thou didst thy duty--man can do no more." Another well known song of the Seventeenth Century is entitled "The Tryumph of Tobacco over Sack and Ale:"-- Nay, soft by your leaves, Tobacco bereaves You both of the garland; forbear it; You are two to one, Yet tobacco alone Is like both to win it, and weare it. Though many men crack, Some of ale, some of sack, And think they have reason to do it; Tobacco hath more That will never give o'er The honor they do unto it. Tobacco engages Both sexes, all ages, The poor as well as the wealthy; From the court to the cottage, From childhood to dotage, Both those that are sick and the healthy. It plainly appears That in a few years Tobacco more custom hath gained, Than sack, or than ale, Though they double the tale Of the times, wherein they have reigned. And worthily too, For what they undo Tobacco doth help to regaine, On fairer conditions Than many physitians, Puts an end to much griefe and paine; It helpeth digestion, Of that there's no question, The gout and the tooth-ache it easeth: Be it early, or late, 'Tis never out of date, He may-safely take it that pleaseth. Tobacco prevents Infection by scents, That hurt the brain, and are heady. An antidote is, Before you're amisse, As well as an after remedy. The cold it doth heate, Cools them that do sweate, And them that are fat maketh lean: The hungry doth feed, And if there be need, Spent spirits restoreth again. The poets of old, Many fables have told, Of the gods and their symposia; But tobacco alone, Had they known it, had gone For their nectar and ambrosia. It is not the smack Of ale or of sack, That can with tobacco compare: