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TOBACCO'S BUT AN INDIAN WEED, by             Poet's Biography
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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