Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand: Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers wooing the caress, More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties Give me a cigar!

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.