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EPIG. 18.

[A wofull exclamation late I heard]

A wofull exclamation late I heard,
Wherewith Tabacco takers may be feard:
One at the poynt with pipe and leafe to part,
Did vow Tabacco worse then death's blacke dart:
And prou'd it thus You know (quoth he) my friends
Death onely stabbes the hart, and so life endes:
But this same poyson, steeped India weede,
In head, hart, lunges, doth soote & copwebs breede.
With that he gasp'd, and breath'd out such a smoke
That all the standers by were like to choke.