Let the learned talk of books, br The glutton of cooks, br The lover of Celia's soft smack—O! br No mortal can boast br So noble a toast br As a pipe of accepted tobacco. br br Let the soldier for fame, br And a general's name, br In battle get many a thwack—O! br Let who will have most, br Who will rule the rooste, br Give me but a pipe of tobacco. br Tobacco gives wit br To the dullest old cit, br And makes him of politics crack—O! br br The lawyers i' the hall br Were not able to bawl, br Were it not for a whiff of tobacco. br The man whose chief glory br Is telling a story, br Had never arrived at the smack—O! br Between ever heying, br And as I was saying, br Did he not take a whiff of tobacco. br br The doctor who places br Much skill in grimaces, br And feels your pulse running tic-tack—O! br Would you know his chief skill? br It is only to fill br And smoke a good pipe of tobacco. br br The courtiers alone br To this weed are not prone; br Would you know what 'tis makes them so slack—O? br 'Twas because it inclined br To be honest the mind, br And therefore they banished tobacco.