lest leaf! whose aromatic Gales dispenseTo Templars modesty, to Parsons sense:So raptur'd Priests, at fam'd Dodona's ShrineDrank Inspiration from the Steam divine.Poison that cures, a Vapour that affordsContent, more solid than the Smile of Lords:Rest to the Weary, to the Hungry Food,The last kind Refuge of the Wise and Good:Inspir'd by Thee, dull Cits adjust the ScaleOf Europe's Peace, when other Statesmen fail.By Thee protected, and thy Sister, Beer,Poets rejoice, nor think the Bailiff near.Nor less, the Critic owns thy genial Aid,While supperless he plies the piddling Trade.What tho' to Love and soft Delights a Foe,By Ladies hated, hated by the Beau,Yet social Freedom, long to Courts unknown,Fair Health, fair Truth, and Virtue are thy own.Come to thy Poet, come with healing Wings,And let me taste Thee unexcis'd by Kings.
End block from 'A Pipe of Tobacco' by Isaac Hawkins Browne, published in 1736
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lest leaf! whose aromatic Gales dispenseTo Templars modesty, to Parsons sense:So raptur'd Priests, at fam'd Dodona's ShrineDrank Inspiration from the Steam divine.Poison that cures, a Vapour that affordsContent, more solid than the Smile of Lords: Rest to the Weary, to the Hungry Food,The last kind Refuge of the Wise and Good:Inspir'd by Thee, dull Cits adjust the ScaleOf Europe's Peace, when other Statesmen fail.By Thee protected, and thy Sister, Beer,Poets rejoice, nor think the Bailiff near.Nor less, the Critic owns thy genial Aid,While supperless he plies the piddling Trade.What tho' to Love and soft Delights a Foe,By Ladies hated, hated by the Beau,Yet social Freedom, long to Courts unknown,Fair Health, fair Truth, and Virtue are thy own.Come to thy Poet, come with healing Wings,And let me taste Thee unexcis'd by Kings._-_end_block_5.jpg)