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[ Also see Health Smoking Vice ]

It's all one thing--both tend into one scope--
  To live upon Tobacco and on Hope,
    The one's but smoke, the other is but wind.
      - Sir Robert Aytoun (Ayton) of Kincaldie,
        Sonnet on Tobacco

The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.
      - Sir James Matthew Barrie, My Lady Nicotine
         (ch. XIV)

Little tube of mighty pow'r,
  Charmer of an idle hour,
    Object of my warm desire.
      - Isaac Hawkins Browne, A Pipe of Tobacco,
        a parody in imitation of A. Phillips

The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan!
      - Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton,
        Night and Morning (bk. I, ch. VI)

He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.
      - Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton,
        What Will He Do With It? (bk. I, ch. VI)

Woman in this scale, the weed in that, Jupiter, hang out thy balance, and weigh them both; and if thou give the preference to woman, all I can say is, the next time Juno ruffles thee--O Jupiter, try the weed.
      - Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton,
        What Will He Do With It? (bk. I, ch. VI)

Tobacco, divine, rare superexcellent tobacco, which goes far beyond all panaceas, potable gold and philosopher's stones, a sovereign remedy to all diseases.
      - Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy

After he had administer'd a dose
  Of snuff mundungus to his nose;
    And powder'd th' inside of his skull,
      Instead of th' outward jobbernol,
        He shook it with a scornful look
          On th' adversary, and thus he spoke.
      - Samuel Butler (1), Hudibras
         (pt. III, canto II, l. 1,005)

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west,
  Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest;
    Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides
      His hours, and rivals opium and his brides;
        Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand,
          Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand:
            Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,
              When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
                Like other charmers wooing the caress,
                  More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
                    Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
                      Thy naked beauties--Give me a cigar!
      - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
        The Island (canto II, st. 19)

The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
  Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
    The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
      Then pause, and puff--and speak, and pause again.
      - William Cowper, Conversation (l. 245)

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys
  Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
    Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
      The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
      - William Cowper, Conversation (l. 251)

The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.
      - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Indian weed, withered quite,
  Green at noon, cut down at night,
    Shows thy decay.
      All flesh is hay.
        Thus think, then drink tobacco.
          . . . .
            And when the smoke ascends on high,
              Then thou behold'st vanity
                Of worldly stuff,
                  Gone at a puff.
                    Thus think, then drink tobacco.
      - attributed to John Erskine (1),
        Gospel Sonnets--Meditations on Tobacco
         (pt. I),
        printed in a collection "Two Broadsides against Tobacco" (1672)

Tobacco, an outlandish weed,
  Doth in the land strange wonders breed;
    It taints the breath, the blood it dries,
      It burns the head, it blinds the eyes;
        It dries the lungs, scourgeth the lights,
          It 'numbs the soul, it dulls the sprites;
            It brings a man into a maze,
              And makes him sit for others' gaze;
                It mars a man, it mars a purse,
                  A lean one fat, a fat one worse;
                    A white man black, a black man white,
                      A night a day, a day a night;
                        It turns the brain like cat in pan,
                          And makes a Jack a gentleman.
      - Frederick William Fairholt,
        J. Payne Collier's Manuscript

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
      - Sigmund Freud

With pipe and book at close of day,
  Oh, what is sweeter? mortal say.
    It matters not what book on knee,
      Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
        It matters not meerschaum or clay.
      - Richard Le Gallienne,
        in "Volumes in Folio"

Tobacco is a traveler,
  Come from the Indies hither;
    It passed sea and land
      Ere it came to my hand,
        And 'scaped the wind and weather.
          Tobacco's a musician,
            And in a pipe delighteth;
              It descends in a close,
                Through the organ of the nose,
                  With a relish that inviteth.
      - Barten Holiday (Holyday), Texnotamia

Some sigh for this and that;
  My wishes don't go far;
    The world may wag at will,
      So I have my cigar.
      - Thomas Hood, The Cigar

I would I were a cigarette
  Between my Lady's lithe sad lips,
    Where Death like Love, divinely set.
      With exquisite sighs and sips,
        Feeds and is fed.
          . . . .
            For life is Love and Love is death,
              It was my hap, a well-a-day!
                To burn my little hour away.
      - Alexander Hay Japp (used pseudonym H.A. Page),
        Vers de Societe--Madonna Mia

Neither do thou lust after that tawney weed tobacco.
      - Ben Jonson, Bartholomew Fair
         (act II, sc. 6)

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.
      - Ben Jonson, Every Man in His Humour
         (act III, sc. 2)

And a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
      - Rudyard Kipling, The Betrothed

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
  The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick O'Teen.
    And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
      But I have been priest of Partagas a matter of seven year.
        And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cherry light
          Of stumps that I burned to friendship, and pleasure and work and fight.
      - Rudyard Kipling, The Betrothed

For I hate, yet love thee, so
  That, whichever thing I show,
    The plain truth will seem to be
      A constrained hyperbole,
        And the passion to proceed
          More from a mistress than a weed.
      - Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia),
        A Farewell to Tobacco

For thy sake, tobacco, I
  Would do anything but die.
      - Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia),
        A Farewell to Tobacco

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