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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Giuen at our Palace at Gehenna, &c.
  
  
  
  
  
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Giuen at our Palace at Gehenna, &c.

This Proclamation was no sooner doon,
But thousand furies to and fro did runne,
T' accomplish what their Master Pluto spoke,
And fully fill the world with stinke and smoake:
And now the man that's e'ne of feeling reft,
By reason of his age, whose teeth haue left
The vasty Cauerne of his mumping cud,
Must haue Tobacco to reuiue his blood:
The glistring Gallant, or the Gallant Gull,
The icering Pander, and the hackney Trull,
The Roysting Rascall, and the swearing Slaue,
The Hostler, Tapster, all in generall craue
To be a foggy, misty, smoaky Iury
Vpon this vpstart newfound Indian fury.
Great Captaine Gracelesse stormes, protests, and sweares,
He'le haue the rascall Poet by the eares,
And beate him, as a man would beate a dog,
That dares once speake against this precious fogge.
It is the iewel that hee most respects,
It is the gemme of ioy his heart affects:
It is the thing his soule doth most adore,
To liue and loue Tobacco, and a whore:
Hee'le cram his braines with fumes of Indian grasse,
And grow as fat with't as an English Asse.
Some say Tobacco will mens daies prolong.
To whom I answer, they are in the wrong.
And sure my conscience giues me not the lie,
I thinke 'twill make men rotten ere they die.
Old Adam liu'd nine hundred thirty yeere,
Yet ne'r dranke none, as I could read or heare
And some men now liue ninety yeeres and past,
Who neuer dranke Tobacco first nor last.
Then since at first it came from faithlesse Moores,
(And since tis now more common far then whores)
I see no reason any Christian Nation
Should follow them in diuellish imitation:
So farewell pipe, and pudding, snuffe and smoake,
My Muse thinks fit to leaue, before she choake.