THE arms OF THE TOBACHONISTS,  
 

How the arms were first found,  

I Lately did most diligently look,  
F● om end to end quiter through a Harralds book  
Whereas I saw the arms of Monarchies,  
Of Empieres, kingdoms, principalities,  
Of Nobles, Gentiles, and of Corporations,  
devised with many thousand variations:  
And amongst all these honourable Crests,  
I found no arms for the Tobaconists:  
Jask'd the herald why they were forgot,  
He answered me that they belonged not  
To heaven, or earth and that he knew right well,  
They must derive 〈◇〉 Herraldry from hell:  
And that ther's n 〈…〉, or Whore all most,  
Or Pander, broker, 〈…〉 Knight of th● post:  
A Roarer, or an ordinary guile,  
But could imblaze their arms unto the full.  
I gave him thankes, and kindly bad adue,  
And went and sought, and found the smoky crew:  
With oaths and smoke, all in a room close sitting.  
With huffing, puffing, snuffing, spawling, spitting:  
after a slauering haulke, and drizzling hem,  
One boldly asked what I would haue with them:  
I  told him my request, he strait stepped out,  
And courteously he thus resolved my doubt.    

The arms emblazoned.  

A Man reuerst proper improperly,  
In a field Sable mounting up on high,  
His faire posteriours whilsts, his head and hands  
Are pendant to his legs whereon he stands;  
Out of his mouth two pipes a Cheueron makes,  
From whom the precious vapour that he takes:  
He at his back side, very freely vents,  
As sweet as sugar carrion to the scents:  
above two furies claws a match hath got,  
Or else a halter with a riding knot.  
The Crest a Mores head gardant on a wreathe,  
Of party Sable Argent underneath:  
The Helmet a full tavern looking-glasse,  
The Mantells smoke, which from the nostril pass:  
Inuellops round the scoucheons on each side,  
By which it is adorned and Clowdifide,  
The tassells that unto the mantells hang,  
Are liquours that will make their Noses twang:  
As Ruby, water Whorehound, Cloue or Hum,  
Hot Nutmeg, faire Angellica, and Mumme  
The two supportes( cleanly all to keep)  
Are French Babounes, whose note is chimney sweep:  
But now to give the reader some content,  
The mortal tells what in the arms is ment.    

The Morroll.  

THe Sable field resembles hells black pit,  
Whereas the devils in smoke and darkness sit:  
The man reuerst shows men, or beast indeed,  
That dote to much vpon this heathen weed,  
Who smoke away their precious Time and chink,  
And all their profit is contagious stink:  
The pipes and fume unto us doth disclose,  
How it leads coxcomes daily by the nose;  
The match or halter in the goblines paws,  
Portends the fatal period of the laws:  
That those that wast themselves in air and smoke,  
May to the hangman leave both coat and cloak,  
The Moores head shows, that cursed Pagans did,  
device this stink, long time from Christians hide:  
The Topfull pisspot shows the vain excess,  
Of men orecharg'd with fume and drunkenness.  
The Mantells shows these fellowes mighty skill,  
That can turn money into vapours still:  
The Tassells at the end depending here,  
And haue these virtues very hot and dear,  
Are like to Whores that often hang vpon,  
Tobaconists, till all their money's gone:  
By the Supporters, wisdom wisely notes,  
Tobaconists wants sweeping in their throats.     

LONDON, Printed by Richard Shorleyk●r. 1630.