Leave Cod, tobacco-like, burnt gums to take, Or fumy clysters, thy moist lungs to bake: Arsenic would thee fit for society make. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER A JOURNEY by THOMAS HARDY TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH TO THE WINDS by BERNARD BARTON |