<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355297" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To Tobacco</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, who when fears attack<br>Bidst them avaunt, and Black<br>Care, at the horseman's back<br>Perching, unseatest;<br>Sweet when the morn is gray;<br>Sweet when they've cleared away<br>Lunch; and at close of day<br>Possibly sweetest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a liking old<br>For thee, though manifold<br>Stories, I know, are told<br>Not to thy credit:<br>How one (or two at most)<br>Drops make a cat a ghost,—<br>Useless, except to roast—<br>Doctors have said it;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How they who use fusees<br>All grow by slow degrees<br>Brainless as chimpanzees,<br>Meagre as lizards,<br>Go mad, and beat their wives,<br>Plunge (after shocking lives)<br>Razors and carving-knives<br>Into their gizzards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Confound such knavish tricks!<br>Yet know I five or six<br>Smokers who freely mix<br>Still with their neighbors,—<br>Jones, who, I'm glad to say,<br>Asked leave of Mrs. J.,<br>Daily absorbs a clay<br>After his labors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cats may have had their goose<br>Cooked by tobacco juice;<br>Still, why deny its use<br>Thoughtfully taken?<br>We're not as tabbies are;<br>Smith, take a fresh cigar!<br>Jones, the tobacco jar!<br>Here's to thee, Bacon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</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=355297" data-title="Ode To Tobacco de Charles Stuart Calverley" data-description="Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Black Care, at the horseman's back Perching, unseatest; Sweet when the morn is gray; Sweet when they've cleared away Lunch; and at close of day Possibly sweetest! I have a liking old For thee, th..."></div> </div> </div>

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