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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOBACCO'S BUT AN INDIAN WEED, by GEORGE WITHER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
Last Line: Think of this when you smoke some tobacco.
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
Last Line: Think of this when you smoke some tobacco.
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
TOBACCO'S but an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, cut down at eve,
It shows our decay, we are but clay:
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.
The pipe that is so lily-white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Is broke with a touch—man's life is such:
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.
The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must:
Think of this when you smoke tobacco.
The smoke that does so high ascend,
Doth shew man's life must have an end,
The vapour's gone—man's life is done:
Think of this when you smoke some tobacco.
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