LAUDATORY SONGS. 99 



Tobacco is a Critticke, 



That still old paper turneth, 



Whose labour and care, 



Is as smoke in the aire, 



That ascends from a rag when it burneth. 

 This makes me sing, &c. 



Tobacco's an ignis fatuus 

 A fat and fyrie vapour, 

 That leads men about 

 Till the fire be out, 

 Consuming like a taper. 

 This makes me sing, &c. 



Tobacco is a Whyffler, 



And cries 'huff snuff' with furie, 

 His pipes, his club, and linke, 

 He's the wiser that does drinke ; 

 Thus armed I fear not a furie. 

 This makes me sing so ho, so ho, boyes, 

 Ho boyes sound I loudly ; 

 Earth ne're did breed 

 Such a jovial weed, 

 Whereof to boast so proudly. 



In Witfs Recreations (1640), is the following jovial- 

 ity, entitled, " The tryumph of Tobacco over Sack and 

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Nay, soft by your leaves, 

 Tobacco bereaves 



You both of the garland : forbeare 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 or'e 



The honour they do unto it. 

 Tobacco engages 

 Both sexes, all ages, 



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