Tobias Hume (c. 1569-1645) - Tobacco

Tobacco, Tobacco Sing sweetly for Tobacco, Tobacco is like love, O love it For you see I will prove it. Love maketh leane the fatte mens tumor, So doth Tobacco, Love still dries uppe the wanton humor, So doth Tobacco, Love makes men sayle from shore to shore, So doth Tobacco, Tis fond love often makes men poor So doth Tobacco, Love makes men scorne all Coward feares, So doth Tobacco, Love often sets men by the eares, So doth Tobacco.