296 TOBACCO COMPLIMENT. 
That I must) leave thee. 
For thy,sake, TOBACCO, I 
Would do anything but die, 
And but seek to extend my days 
Long enough to sing thy praise. 
But as she who once hath been, 
A king’s consort, is a queen 
Ever after, nor will bate 
Any title of her state, 
Though a widow, or divorced, 
So I, from thy converse forced, 
The old name and style retain, 
A right Katherine of Spain, 
And a seat, too, ’mongst the joys 
Of the blest Tobacco Boys ; 
Where, though I, by sour physician, 
Am debarred the full fruition 
Of thy favors, I may catch, 
Some collateral sweets, and snatch, 
Sidelong odors, that give life 
Like glances from a neighbor’s wife; 
And still live in the by-places, 
And the suburbs of thy graces ; 
And in thy borders take delight, 
An unconquered Canaanite,” 
Thomas Jones, in the following neat little tribute to to- 
bacco, pays a deserved compliment, not only to the plant, 
but to the great English smoker, “ ye renowned Sir Walter 
Raleigh.” 
“Let poets rhyme of what they will, 
Youth, Beauty, Love or Glory, still 
My theme shall be Tobacco! 
Hail, weed, eclipsing every flow’r, 
Of thee I fain would make my bow’r 
When fortune frowns, or tempests low’r, 
Mild comforter of woe! 
“ They say in truth an angel’s foot 
First brought to life thy precious root, 
The source of every pleasure ! 
Descending from the skies he press’d 
With hallow’d touch Earth’s yielding breast, 
Forth sprang the plant, and then was bless'’d, 
As man’s chief treasure! 
