oy! bring an Ounce of Freeman's best,And bid the Vicar be my Guest:Let all be plac'd in Manner due,A Pot, wherein to spit, or spue,And London Journal, and Free Briton,Of Use to light a Pipe, or************************This Village, unmolested yetBy Troopers, shall be my Retreat:Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;Who cannot write or vote for*.Far from the Vermin of the Town,Here let me rather live, my own,Doze o'er a Pipe, whose Vapour blandIn sweet Oblivion lulls the Land;Of all, which at Vienna passes,As ignorant as**Brass is:And scorning Rascals to caress,Extol the Days of good Queen Bess,When first Tobacco blest our Isle,Then think of other Queens—and smile.
Come, jovial Pipe, and bring alongMidnight Revelry and Song;The merry Catch, the Madrigal,That echoes sweet in City Hall;The Parson's Pun, the smutty TaleOf Country Justice, o'er his Ale.I ask not what the French are doing,Or Spain to compass ———'s Ruin:Britons, if undone, can go,Where Tobacco loves to grow.
THE END.
End block from 'A Pipe of Tobacco' by Isaac Hawkins Browne, published in 1736
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oy! bring an Ounce of Freeman's best,And bid the Vicar be my Guest:Let all be plac'd in Manner due,A Pot, wherein to spit, or spue,And London Journal, and Free Briton,Of Use to light a Pipe, or************************ This Village, unmolested yetBy Troopers, shall be my Retreat:Who cannot flatter, bribe, betray;Who cannot write or vote for*.Far from the Vermin of the Town,Here let me rather live, my own,Doze o'er a Pipe, whose Vapour blandIn sweet Oblivion lulls the Land;Of all, which at Vienna passes,As ignorant as**Brass is:And scorning Rascals to caress,Extol the Days of good Queen Bess,When first Tobacco blest our Isle,Then think of other Queens—and smile._-_end_block_6.jpg)