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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345582" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pipe and Can</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Indian weed withered quite; <br>Green at morn, cut down at night; <br>Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay: <br> Thus think, then drink Tobacco. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the smoke ascends on high, <br>Think thou behold'st the vanity <br>Of worldly stuff, gone with a puff: <br> Thus think, then drink Tobacco. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the pipe grows foul within, <br>Think of thy soul defiled with sin, <br>And that the fire doth it require: <br> Thus think, then drink Tobacco. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ashes, that are left behind, <br>May serve to put thee still in mind <br>That unto dust return thou must: <br> Thus think, then drink Tobacco. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN as the chill Charokko blows, <br> And Winter tells a heavy tale; <br>When pyes and daws and rooks and crows <br>Sit cursing of the frosts and snows; <br> Then give me ale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ale in a Saxon rumkin then, <br> Such as will make grimalkin prate; <br>Bids valour burgeon in tall men, <br>Quickens the poet's wit and pen, <br> Despises fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ale, that the absent battle fights, <br> And frames the march of Swedish drum, <br>Disputes with princes, laws, and rights, <br>What 's done and past tells mortal wights, <br> And what 's to come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ale, that the plowman's heart up-keeps <br> And equals it with tyrants' thrones, <br>That wipes the eye that over-weeps, <br>And lulls in sure and dainty sleeps <br> Th' o'er-wearied bones. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandchild of Ceres, Bacchus' daughter, <br> Wine's emulous neighbour, though but stale, <br>Ennobling all the nymphs of water, <br>And filling each man's heart with laughter-- <br> Ha! give me ale!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345582" data-title="Pipe and Can de Anonymous" data-description="I THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay: Thus think, then drink Tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, Think thou behold'st the vanity Of worldly stuff,..."></div> </div> </div>
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