Tobacco |
Attr. to Thomas D'Urfey, c. 1719
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green in the morn, cut down at eve; It shows our decay, We are but clay; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
2. The pipe that is so lily white,
3. The pipe that is so foul within, | 4. The dust that from the pipe doth fall, It shows we are nothing but dust at all; For we came from the dust, And return we must; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
5. The ashes that are left behind,
6. The smoke that does so high ascend, |