Show Some Mercy To This Chair Which

No Matter What Aristotle And The Philosophers Say, Nothing Is Equal To Tobacco; It's The Passion Of The Well-bred, And He Who Lives Without Tobacco Lives A Life Not Worth Living.

Perfect Good Sense Shuns All Extremity, Content To Couple Wisdom With Sobriety.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We Try; And That Sweet Metal Aids The Conqueror In Every Case, In Love As Well As War.

I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just As Shoddy; But Then I Wouldn't Show It To Everybody.