On Tobacco. 1618
V OYD damned weed that hells drie sweetmeats art
As molten lead is marmalate & Tart,
What cheating Diuell made our Gallants thinke
Thee Physick, wenches, comp'nie, meete & drinke,
And monie; for at this deare drugg alone
They catch, when for it all their gold is flowne,
T'is our Artillerie too, & armd this way
Our English scorne Bucquoy & Spynola:
Sett but each mann vnto his mouth his pipe
And as the Iewes gaue Iericho a wipe
Raysing a blast of Ramms hornes while it fell
Some balade on a tyme the truth shall tell
How it befell; when we our foes did choake
Like beis, & putt them pel-mel, to the — Smoke.
As molten lead is marmalate & Tart,
What cheating Diuell made our Gallants thinke
Thee Physick, wenches, comp'nie, meete & drinke,
And monie; for at this deare drugg alone
They catch, when for it all their gold is flowne,
T'is our Artillerie too, & armd this way
Our English scorne Bucquoy & Spynola:
Sett but each mann vnto his mouth his pipe
And as the Iewes gaue Iericho a wipe
Raysing a blast of Ramms hornes while it fell
Some balade on a tyme the truth shall tell
How it befell; when we our foes did choake
Like beis, & putt them pel-mel, to the — Smoke.
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