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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’ th’ hall 
Were not able to bawl, 
Were it not for a whiff of tobacco. 
“The man whose chief glory 
Is telling a story, 
Had never arrived at the smack—O! 
Between every heying, 
And as I was saying, 
Did he not take a whiff 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.” 
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One of the most curious pieces of verse ever written on 
tobacco is the following by Southey, entitled “Elegy ona 
Quid of Tobacco :’— 
‘6 It lay before me on the close-grazed grass, 
Beside my path, an old tobacco quid: 
And shall I by the mute adviser pass 
Without one serious thought? now Heaven forbid! 
* Perhaps some idle drunkard threw thee there— 
Some husband spendthrift of his weekly hire ; 
One who for wife and children takes no care, 
But sits and tipples by the ale-house fire. 
