THE METAMORPHOSIS OF tobacco.  
Lusimus octavi &c.  

PARNASSO ET APOLLINE DIGNA   Oval device of the two summits of Parnassus (McKerrow 328).  
AT LONDON Imprinted for John Flasket, and are to be sold at his shop in Paules Church-yard at the sign of the black bear. 1602.   

Ad mere riuuli. TO MY LOVING FRIEND MASTER MICHAEL DRAYTON.  

THe tender labour of my weary pen,  
And doubtful trial of my first-borne rhymes,  
loathes to adorn the triumphs of those men,  
Which hold the rains of fortune, and the times:  
Only to thee, which art with ioy possessed  
Of the faire hill, where troops of Poets band,  
Where thou enthroned with laurel garlands blessed,  
mayst lift me up with thy propitious hand;  
I sand this poem, which for nought doth care,  
But words for words, and love for love to share.   

— namque tu solebas  
Meas esse aliquid putare nugas.    

IN LAVDEM AVTHORIS  

grant me smooth vtt'rance Muses to rehearse  
The pleasing smoothness of thy worthy verse:  
If there be words framed by admired wits  
To sing thy praise, those words my verse befits,  
But such are scant, and there's not one remaines  
Can give thee due, none worth enough contains.  
To sing thy praise in an vp-raised strain,  
And give desert to thy admired pain:  
fear not the censure of each babbling tongue,  
They care not whom they pleasure, whom they wrong:  
Respect it not if fools thy Muse miscall,  
Thy pain, her worth deserves applause of all:  
In whose adoring if my pen offends,  
My heart my pens defaults will make amends.  
Z.D.   

SEe how the chatt'ring throngs of Poets vain  
Besiege the paths unto the Muses cell:  
See how they pant, and beate with fruitless pain  
The steepie traces to the learned well:  
Securely thou their vain assaults discount,  
Thou, whom Apollo by the hand hath guided  
A new-found passage to the horned mount,  
And from the rout unhallowed hath divided,  
And taught thee raise thy soaring Muse on wing,  
And thy triumphant name in learned ears to ring.  
There didst thou gather on Parnassus cleft  
This precious herb, tobacco most divine,  
Then which nere Greece, nere Italy did list  
A flower more fragrant to the Muses shrine:  
A purer sacrifice did nere adorn  
Apolloes altars, then this Indian fire,  
The pipe, thy head: the flamme to make it burn,  
The fury, which the Muses do inspire:  
O sacred smoke, that doth from hence arise,  
The authors winged praise, which beats vpon the skies.  
W.B.   

WHom Helicon, and Tempe do adorn  
With sugared gifts of divine poetry,  
Let no detracting Zoilus him scorn,  
Thinking thereby to cure his malady:  
For he that once doth Homers pen dispraise,  
Cannot himself to Laureats honour raise.  
Then thou, that art the author of this book,  
sand forth that sacred fume from out thy brain,  
That thereon well-disposed wits may look,  
And say, give me tobacco once again:  
For Castile nere did such a pipe afford  
Of Trinidade upon mine honest word.  
H.H.   

IF that the Bee, whose winter pains are rest,  
For gathering hony in the fruitful spring,  
And making choice of every flower the best,  
That to her hive she may the sweetness bring,  
Doth to herself deserve so great a praise,  
What may be his, whose whole yeares worst spent howe●,  
For recreation on some idle daies,  
Hath sucked such hony from an Indian flower?  
What may be his, whose younger yeares are such?  
What may be his, whose first fruits are so faire?  
What may be his, I cannot say too much,  
Nay what is his to give I do despair:  
As one too weak to give them their desert,  
Yet rather choose myself to take a maim,  
Then for to fail to show a loving hart  
unto my friend to recompense his pain.  
I. A.   

WHat my poor Muse can do, she vows it thine:  
Black set to white makes it far clearer shine:  
Thus like a faithful friend she first assays  
With her own shane to purchase thee the praise:  
And yet if envy seek thy worth to blot,  
( As what deserts be they she staineth not)  
Through truer zeal she plays this second part,  
The spite, that's aimed at thee, comes through her hart.  
N.P.   

SOmetimes all man, that hath used soul and breath,  
Must print his heel on the black way of Death:  
But this small poem, though the least of many,  
Shall live like souls, though natures worst gifts die:  
Till all the compounds wear their fiery sheet,  
Not till all Death shall this slight story fleet.  
M. G.   

To the white Reader.  
TAke up these lines Tabacco-like unto thy brain,  
And that divinely touched, puff out the smoke again.  
B. H.   

MY new-borne Muse assays her ●ender wing,  
And where she should cry is enforced to sing:  
Her children prophesy thy pleasing rhyme  
Shall never be a dish for hungry time:  
Yet be regardless what those verses say,  
Whose infant mother was but born to day.  
F.B.   

I do invoke none but thyself to praise thee,  
For there's no other Muse so high can raise thee;  
Thou art my Muse, I can thy praises tell,  
My Muse hath tasted of the Muses well.  
F.R.   

THe tender plant, which goodly fruit hath bore,  
Being grown doth promise far more beauteous store:  
Seeing thy youths prime a worthy work hath dight,  
What shall thy riper Muse produce to light?  
Tabaccoes spring, transforming, sovereignty  
settest forth with truth, fictions, philosophy,  
Merits enroulement with Moeouian quill  
Thy wit, zeal, labours, and thy learned skill.  
Doctrina, ingenio, studijs, pietate, labour,  
Exupera, polle, profice, cresce, vige.  
I.P.    

THE METAMORPHOSIS OF tobacco.  

I Sing the loues of the superior powers,  
With the faire mother of all fragrant flowers:  
From which first love a glorious simplo springs,  
beloved of heavenly Gods, and earthly Kings.  
Let others in their wanton verses chant  
A beauteous face that doth their senses daunt,  
And on their Muses wings lift to the sky  
The radiant beams of an enchanting eye.  
Me let the sound of great Tabaccoes praise  
A pitch above those loue-sicke Poets raise:  
Let me adore with my thrice-happie pen  
The sweet and sole delight of mortal men,  
The Cornu-copia of all earthly pleasure,  
Where bank-rupt Nature hath consumed her treasure,  
A worthy plant springing from Floraes hand,  
The blessed offspring of an uncouth land.  
Breath-giuing herb, none other I invoke  
To help me paint the praise of sugared smoke:  
Not that corrupted artificial drug,  
Which every guile as his own soul doth hug,  
And in the sweet composture of a dock  
drinks to his Ladies dog, and mistress smock,  
Whose best conceits are broached of bastard fume,  
Whose witty salt depends on the salt rheum,  
Which first like Vapours do ascend on high,  
But quickly vanish ere they touch the sky,  
Which like to Meteors for a while amaze  
The simplo souls which wondering stand at gaze:  
But being known from whence they first were fired  
Are counted base, and cease to be admired.  
avant base Hypocrite, I call not thee,  
But thou great God of Indian melody,  

Caribes be savage people of America.  Which at the Caribes banquet gouern'st all,  
And gently rul'st the sturdiest Caniball:  
Which at their bloody feasts dost crwoned sit,  
And smok'st their barking jaws at every bit:  
Which leadest the circled of a savage round  
With jarring songs, and homely musics sound:  
Which to fond mirth their cruel minds dost frame,  
And after with a pleasing sleep dost tame:  
By whom the Indian Priests inspired be,  
When they presage in barbrous poetry:  
Infume my brain, make my souls powers subtle,  
give nimble cadence to my harsher style:  
Inspire me with thy flamme, which doth excel  
The purest streams of the Castalian well,  
That I on thy ascensiue wings may fly  
By thine ethereall vapours born on high,  
And with thy feathers added to my quill  
May pitch thy tents on the Parnassian hill,  
Teach me what power thee on earth did place,  
What God was bounteous to the human race,  
On what occasion, and by whom it stood,  
That the blessed world received so great a good.   

Before the earth and heaven were create,  
When the rude 
This Chaos ancients fain to be a disordered mass, out of which the world was made.  Chaos lay disconsolate,  
When this great All, and wondrous work we see  
Had neither form, nor part, nor quality,  
Blind Nature did her 
Some Philosophers feigned that the world was composed ex Atomis, of little motes gathered together.  Atomi disperse  
over the large confused universe,  
And heavenly powers all out of order placed,  
Were butted in the bowels of the Vast.  
Then did these seeds, which yet vnpolisht were,  
Wage war against the seeds of single-beere,  
And smotherd in that topsi-turuie trance,  
nourished some smack of mirth and iouisance:  
But when this massy lump had changed her face,  
And every thing possessed his proper place,  
Yet did this plant in dark oblivion lurk,  
Small travail could not bring forth such a work:  
( Like to Alcmenaes son the God of might,  
Whom to beget jove made a triple night)  
Till wise Prometheus, which composed a creature  
Excelling all the world in form and feature,  
When he that rare immortal work had done,  
stolen fire from the bright chariot of the sun:  
Which farre-fetcht fire had served him to no end,  
But that the Earth her chiefest powers did lend:  
For seeing how great Phoebus was beguiled  
To make a God of her beloved child,  
And always envying at the Gods above,  
( As her 
The rebellious Giants were feigned to haue Viperean or snaky feet.  Viperean brood of Giants prove:  
And total ruin of her stubborn race,  
For whom in 
At the general flood.  tears she washed her watery face)  
She called her Herald-winds, and charged them all,  
That they a council of her subiects call:  
Out goes her pursuivant the blustering gale,  
And summons every hill, and every dale;  
curls every river with a sliding touch  
From Titans rising to his western couch,  
And with the whissing Trumpet it doth bear  
commands each earthly subject to appear,  
And on a high ambassage doth repair  
To Earths three sisters, Water, Fire, and air:  
( These four are joint copartners, and coheirs  
Of all that lies below the starry spheres:  
Who for their kingdoms bounds haue been at odds,  
But now they by the sentence of the Gods,  
And their dread umpires, Hot, dry, Moist, and could  
In common, and without division hold)  
The day was comen, when on a stately pile  
four seats were placed on the Americk Ile,  
Where these great Princes and their portly trains  
Made interview on the 
Atlantis( the island which Plato mentions) some suppose to be America.  atlantic plains.   

After 
The earth.  Pandora had made evident  
The cause of this so sudden Parlement,  
Tearing her flowery locks, and furrowed face,  
She 'gan lament the poor Prometheus case.  
Stand out( quoth she) thou that art thus distressed,  
Declare thy case, for here thou mayst be blessed.  
Then stepped out he as a condemned man  
Clothed in black, and thus his speech began.  
Know most dread Soueraignes of the lower globe,  
I am a dead man, and this guilty rob  
shows that by colour of the Gods contemned  
I to a encompass mercy am condemned,  
On Caucasus amid the Scythian grove,  
By the feared sentence of almighty jove,  
There to be tide in everlasting chains,  
plunged in the horror of eternal pains:  
Yet this torments me not, this must be born,  
( And patience comes perforce to men forlorn)  
But that my work which I haue erst begun,  
For all my labour should remain undone,  
That's my vexation, that's my only grief,  
And only rests in you to give relief:  
For jove envies the beauty of the frame,  
And seeks all means how to deface the same,  
Looking on me with a suspicious eye,  
As a corrival of his dignity;  
When he may well remember( if he please)  
How little I deserve such looks as these,  
When I with counsel of an aged head  
Did stay his youthful thoughts from Thetis bed,  
And  told him there he should beget a son  
Should him depose, as he before had done  
His father Saturne: then he overlooked me faire,  
( But words are quickly turned to fleeting air)  
Now hates he me, and doth my work detest,  
Which must unless you help unperfect rest,  
For all my sharp inventions cannot find  
How life unto this trunk may be combined.  
Here grandam 
The earth.  Ops her grieved head did shake,  
And made the massy earths foundations quake,  
Then gushed clear fountains from her hollow eyes,  
( Floods from the earths strange motions often rise)  
And at the last her lips did part in two,  
( As after Earth-quakes they are wont to do)  
Is't not enough( quoth she) that tyrant jove  
Hath my son Saturne from his kingdom drove?  
And me his mother hath confined below,  
Because I wept as partner of his woe?  
Is't not enough my middle part doth fry,  
While head and feet benumd with could doth lye?  
That always half my realm the sun doth lack,  
And for his absence mourn in gloomy black?  
Or that my loving subiects never see,  
But half the heaven whatsoe'er they be?  
Is not all this enough, and more then this  
To be secluded from all heavenly bliss?  
Bound in a dungeon, used as though I were  
A beast ordained laborious weights to bear?  
Each massy thing, and the worlds weightiest part  
Pressing unto my center, to my hart,  
Where he hath made huge caues,& darksome holes,  
Places of torture for offending souls,  
Whose howling yells, cries, curses, groans and tears  
Are pois'ned objects to mine eyes and ears:  
And is not this enough, but must he still  
cross the good purpose of my harmless will?  
hindering the project of our gen'rall care,  
Our son whose wished fruit we hope to share,  
Nor shall too sweet an expectation mock  
us happy beldames of a blessed stock:  
Only it resteth that we now devise  
To seat our darling in the starry skies,  
Which purpose that we to effect may bring,  
A plant shall from my wrinkled forehead spring,  
And every lady shall that herb endow  
With the best gems that deck her glorious brow,  
Which once inflamed with the stolen heavenly fire,  
Shall breath into this lifeless corpse inspire.  
scarce had she spoken, but by unite consent  
It was allowed by every element,  
Each mountain nodded, and each river sleeke  
approved the sentence with a dimpled cheek,  
And every thing in dancing measure sprung,  
As erst they did, when gentle Orpheus sung:  
As when the Actors of some interlude,  
Which please the senses of the multitude,  
Are backed by the Spectators of the play  
With a wished laughter, or a Plaudite:  
So with unperfect voices all the rout  
Grace this opinion with a lofty shout.  
( Like Bacchus priests whom Strymons banks rebound, 
Strymon and Hebrus riuers in Thracia.   
Whom the shrill echoes of fleet Hebrus sound)  
Till Fire the eldest sister up did stand,  
( And silence made with her imperial hand)  
Praising the project swore to grace the same  
With active powers of her eternal flamme.  
air likewise promised she would rarefie  
The earthly dross to simplo purity,  
And caused her skipping Meteors to address  
Their gifts of light, and jocund nimbleness,  
Her clouds from heavenly flood-gates manuring  
The ground, where this expected herb should spring.  
Water refused her virtues to inspire,  
Least she should quench the hope of future fire,  
Yet did the seruants of her excellence  
Offer each one their best parts quintessence:  
The Icy waves were all with crystal fraught:  
The Magellanick sea her unions brought:  
Tagus with golden gifts doth proudly rise,  
And doth the famous Indian rills despise:  
Eridanus his pearl'd Electrum gave:  
Euripus the swift fluxure of his wave:  
From British seas doth wholesome coral come:  
The Danish gulf doth sand her Succinum:  
And each this hoped embryo dignifies  
With offering of a seu'rall sacrifice.  
The earth herself at last did procreate  
This herb composed in despite of fate,  
And charged every country, and each hill  
A special power into this leaf distil,  
Which thus adorned, by holy fire inflamed  
sweet life and breath within that carcase framed:  
And had not Tellus tempered too much mud,  
Too much terrene corruption in the bud,  
The man that tasted it should never die,  
But stand in records of eternity:  
And as the ashes of the Phoenix burned  
Into another living bide are turned,  
So should the man, that takes this sacred fume,  
Another life within himself resume:  

jolaus was the only man that ever had two lives.  So Iolaüs, when his first was done,  
His second life was of tobacco spun.  
Some say for this jove vexed at the heart  
Did hid it long from the worlds better part:  
Hence came that former ages never knew  
The goods, that by this seeming weed accrue.  
Till as the Graces trauail'd through the earth,  
Giuing to men their gifts of heavenly mirth,  
At last when they into Americk came,  
drawn by the strange delights, and countries famed,  
They in the palace of great Mutezume 
Mutezume was King of the West Indies, when Cortez first arrived there.   
Were entertained with this celestial fume:  
Where they forgetting all their wonted pleasure,  
Imbrac't with ioy this truest Indian treasure,  
And there remaining did no more respect  
Our petty world with nought but trifles decked.  
So the faire Graces, which were wont to sport  
Amid our loving feasts, and sweet resort,  
Were now secluded from our luckless eyes,  
And in their place did brawls and quarrels rise,  
All friendship banished from false Europes sight,  
Where flattering lurkt in stead of dear delight.  
Till we poor souls in many troubles tost,  
Seeking the Graces which we erst had lost,  
When we had often sought them far and near,  
After great pain and travail found them there.   

Others do tell a long and serious tale  
Of a faire Nymph that sported in the vale,  
Where Cipo with his silver streams doth go  
Along the valleys of Wingandekoe, 
Wingandekoe is a counttey in the North part of America, called by the queen Virginia.   
( Which now a far more glorious name doth bear,  
Since a more beauteous Nymph was worshipped there)  
There in a green bower did this Maiden dwell,  
Where pretty waves of a delicious well  
leaped at her sight, and with a faint rebound  
Bubbled sweet music with a dainty sound.  
( This fountain as a Nymph did whilom range,  
Till by her prayers the Gods her form did change,  
When Cipo sought her chastities abuse,  
As Alpheus did to virgin Arethuse)  
There dwelled this Nymph, which with her feature daunted  
The sovereign Gods, and mortal men enchanted.  
So full she was of most delightful grace,  
That by the model of her beauteous face  
jove was about to build the heaven anew,  
And change the azure to a ruddy hue,  
And pull the starry lights from out the skies,  
leaving but two in likeness of her eyes:  
But when the Fates so great a change forbade,  
In imitation of her read he made  
A ruddy night before a joyful day,  
And by her white he framed the milk-white way:  
Her golden threads were so enchanting faire,  
Men scorned the sun to gaze vpon her hair,  
Phoebus ashamed of this immured his beams  
Within the cincture of the Ocean streams:  
Whereat jove angry sent swift mercury,  
Who to the palace of the sun did high.  
Now the suins Court was glorious to behold,  
Supported with strong pillars of bright gold,  
The top of Iu'ry was, the doors of plate,  
Where Vulcan did so lively imitate  
The heaven, the earth, the sea, the air, the flamme,  
That heaven, and earth, and sea enui'd the frame.  
Thither came Hermes, and with lowering cheer  
Cited the sun in person to appear  
Before the Gods to tell his cause of stay,  
Why he so long did dally with the sea.  
Phoebus obeyed, and when the Gods were met,  
And every one in wonted order set,  
A way was made by the fierce God of war,  
And Pluto brought the prisoner to the bar,  

The G●… sse ●… nce.  Whom Suada Ioues solicitor accused,  
That he his light and virtue had abused,  
That whereas he had sworn by feared Styx,  
When jove the seal did to his patent fix,  
That he would never in one place be found,  
But restless run about the massy round:  
This solemn oath he had not duly kept,  
But in his strumpet Thetis lap had slept.  
Here jove did Suadaes accusation break,  
And beckoning gave Apollo leave to speak.  
You Gods( quoth he) that here as Iudges sit,  
I seek not to defend my cause by wit,  
My chiefest plea is specchlesse eloquence,  
Grounded vpon my spotless innocence:  
Yet if I pleased to win eternal glory  
By the sweet cadence of mine oratory,  
I could revive the dead, and heal the sick  
By fluence of celestial rhetoric:  
The pleasant music of the heavenly spheres  
Should plead my cause to your attentive ears:  
But with plain terms shall my just act be tried.  
( Who lays on colours doth the substance hid)  
I do not make a night as long as three  
To dally with my love in jollity,  
( And yet I might as well such dalliance prove,  
As jove at Thebes for his Alcmenaes love)  
Nor my bright face in liquid tears do steep,  
Though my sons fall haue given me cause to weep:  
But on the earth there is a greater light,  
Which with her rays doth equal day and night:  
Once from my couch I was about to rise,  
But strait this brighter lamp strooke blind mine eyes:  
My sister Luna when the night drew nigh,  
Hath been as loth to show her light as I:  
Nor can our splendent glorious lamps compare  
With her two lamps that far more glorious are:  
And my Aurora hides her face away,  
Sleeping with her Tithonus all the day,  
And when she once beholded this radiant face,  
Hath ever since blushed at her own disgrace:  
The spheres of Planets with a sudden change  
Make her the center of their circled range:  
And all the heavenly orbs do disagree  
What part should oft'st in her Horizon bee:  
And mortal men colour and light despise,  
Esteeming her the object of the eyes:  
While she( as women be) proud of her honour,  
Makes the night day that men may gaze vpon her:  
jove hearing this dismissed the Court in hast,  
And in a sillie shepherds weeds debas't,  
shrouded with clouds down from the heaven did slide,  
And piping sate vpon a mountaines side:  

A river in Virginia. ( Which Occams rolling current ouer-peares,  
Descending from a faire Pastoraes tears,  
Who now a marble ston, yet weepeth still  
To see her lover changed to a hill,  
Whom jealous Phoebus did by force remove,  
Brooking no rival in his fervent love,  
Framing high pines of his enticing locks,  
Changing his teeth to Adamantine rocks)  
Thither from heaven great jove did high apace,  
And sate on the transformed shepherds face.  
So sweetly sounded his melodious notes,  
That sheep and shepherds in their homely coats  
Daunc't to his lays, and following the sound  
Did climb the steep hill with a solemn round:  
Among those flocks the beauteous Nymph did place,  
Whose snowy neck vied beauties with her face,  
( Nor would it in so sweet a combat yield,  
Had not her ample forehead won the field)  
And on that pole doth stand the orb of love,  
Where Cupid in eccentric rounds doth move,  
And now from her faire eyes his shafts doth dart,  
Then from her lips, and strait from every part:  
Sweet roseall lips, doors to those sacred places,  
The gorgeous temples of the glorious graces,  
Which gates of ruby, when they opened were,  
A shrine of pearl and crystal did appear,  
From whence delicious Oracles were spoken,  
Which pleasing wonders did to all betoken,  
Nor is the murmur of Cecropian Bees,  
Nor songs of birds vpon the airy trees,  
Nor the swift river falling down the steep,  
Lulling poor shepherds with a careless sleep,  
( Where Nature with her melody amazeth  
The sillie flock that on the green banks grazeth)  
equivalent with that celestial sound,  
From whence they say music received her ground:  
And first from her did Linus learn to sing,  
And with the sweet touch of a pleasing string  
Did imitate the playing of the air  
With golden wires of her disheueled hair:  
Her countenance was so angelic bright,  
That the pure stars were blinded at her sight,  
And ever since their lights so dazzled were,  
That they were forced to twinkle in their Sphere:  
Her hands were framed like a pretty gin  
ordained to catch, and hold all pleasure in:  
And every part a fervent love did teach,  
Yet she herself above loues wanton reach:  
A Coronet she wore, she whilom won  
striving for beauty with the radiant sun,  
Which mighty Phoebus caused the Houres to make  
With cunning labour for Leucothoes sake,  
This curious work with Indian pearls was graced,  
Wherein the loues of Gods and men were placed:  
There Neptune in a precious Margarite  
Did woe and win the beauteous Amphitrite:  
There Iphis did in humble sort obey  
The cruel frowns of Anaxarete:  
And Princes loues in arts affections clad,  
excelled the passions they by nature had.  
Thus decked by art and nature did she come,  
Whose feature strook the seeming shepherd dumb,  
Nor could his wan'ring thoughts themselves contain,  
But now left off, and straightway pip'd again:  
Sometimes his notes he with shrill tunes did raise  
To chant aloud the skipping roundelays:  
And then again his lowly voice did fall  
To sing a pleasant homely pastoral:  
And every song to the Nymphs honour was  
Like shepherds music to a country Lasse:  
Lik'ning her eyes unto the glimsing light,  
That guides poor herdsmen to their home at night:  
Her hair unto the golden flowers that grow  
Along the fragrant banks of silver Po:  
Her lips to wax by curious workmanship  
formed as a pattern to each other lip:  
Thus sung he, till the black and shady night  
With ugly form did fear away the light,  
And Hesperus, that stands as evening scout, 
The evening star.   
Began to lead the starry ring about,  
( Which durst not in her spangled suite appear,  
As long as mighty Titans light was near,  
By reason of some everlasting jars,  
That did arise twixt Phoebus and the stars)  
Then all the shepherds weary of the sun,  
And glad that the laborious day was done,  
Began to drive their tender flocks away,  
But jove did force this sillie maid to stay,  
Telling her stories how the force of love  
Had bowed the hearts of Gods that dwelled above:  
How jove o'ercome by this celestial power,  
deceived poor Danae in a golden shower:  
How with laments and tears Apollo rued  
Faire Daphnes change, whom he so fast pursued:  
Hereat she blushed and to depart she strove;  
But all in vain against the force of jove.  
This saw the night and glad she was to see  
So fit reuenge for the great injury,  
Wherewith jove wronged her at* Alcides birth, 
Hercules.   
Making her watch three daies vpon the earth:  
Therefore in hast the dark malicious night  
To jealous juno doth relate this sight:  
juno enraged with threatening speeches stormed,  
And the poor maid into an herb transformed:  
Which jove perceiving by a vain embrace  
The infant herb with heavenly powers did grace,  
And on the night he did inflict this pain,  
That while the pleasant Summer did remain,  
The luckless night should haue but small command,  
But in the frosty winter longest stand.  
Yet could not jove forget his former love,  
But joining earthly powers, and powers above,  
Therewith he did adorn this glorious bud,  
And framed it as a Micro-cosme of good,  
Making the ground where this sweet plant did spring  
To be a cordial 'gainst each noisome thing,  
endued with force all evils to assuage,  
And now began the famous golden age.  
No public bond of law, no private oath  
Was needful to the simplo faith and troth:  
Each had a censure in his own consent  
Without the fear of death or punishment:  
Nor did the busy Client fear his cause,  
Nor in strong brass did they engrave their laws,  
Nor did the doubtful parties faintly tremble,  
While the bribed judge did dreadful looks dissemble:  
Then safe from harm the vaunting Pine did stand,  
And had no trial of of the Shipwrights hand,  
But stood vpon the hill where first it grew,  
Nor yet was forced another world to view:  
Nor unto greedy Merchants yet were known  
The shores of any land beyond their own:  
every defencelesse city then was sure,  
Nor could deep ditches make it more secure:  
The harmless thoughts of that blessed age did bear  
No warlike Trumpet, Cornet, Sword, or spear,  
No furious soldier needed to defend  
The careless folk, which quiet lives did spend,  
Nor did ambitious Captaines know the way  
To pass the cliffie shores of their own sea:  
The earth yet free from any forced abuse  
Brought forth all things fit for each creatures use,  
Without the help of any human care,  
untouched by harrow, and vncut by share,  
And mortal men vpon those meats did feed,  
Which of themselves did from the earth proceed,  
The mountain Strawberie, and bitter slow,  
And mulberries which on rough boughs do grow,  
And homely Akornes, which did whilom fall  
From the high trees, which jove his own doth call:  
The pleasant year was an eternal spring,  
Where western winds continual flowers did bring:  
The fertile earth vnmanur'd and vntild,  
The bounteous gift of plenteous corn did yield:  
Nor did the field renewed each seu'rall year  
Make windy sounds with many a weighty ear:  
brooks did with milk, and pleasant Nectar go,  
And yellow hony from the trees did flow:  
Al good without constraint, heaven, sea, men, ground,  
No gold, no ship, no law, no plough, no bound.  
Till proserpina by this abused flamme,  
( striving to purchase an immortal name)  
revenged with raging fire her ancient spite  
On Tellus and the scornful* Amphitrite: 
The Goddesse of the sea.   
( Which oft had mocked her mansion place of hell,  
And called it darksome hole, and dusky cell)  
Therefore the Furies she in hast commands  
To burn the fruitful earth with fiery brands,  
And when their hands such instruments did want,  
She made them torches of this sacred plant:  
By which they fired the world, and that once done,  
About the earth in raging sort they run,  
And ever since they by these flames did cause  
Famine, dissension, plagues, and breach of laws.  
( Yet was the hellish queen with fear distracted,  
Least jove should know and punish this foul fact:  
Therefore she hired the Poets long ago  
To cast the fault vpon poor phaethon)  
Now when this honoured herb was once abused,  
All pains, all plagues were on the world infused,  
And then the wicked iron age began,  
shane, truth, and faith from earthly mansions ran,  
And in their place came fraud, and cloaked 'vice,  
Treason, and force, and impious avarice:  
The master whom hope of lucre blinds,  
hastes to the sea unexpert in the winds,  
And trees that long had stood on mountaines high,  
As ships vpon the uncouth waves do lye:  
The Merchant then the boisterous sea did plow,  
Spite of the frown of Neptunes angry brow,  
Nor could the horror of one journeys pain  
fear greedy thoughts from venturing so again:  
Neptune then grieved with the wounds and dints,  
Which in his face this curious work emprints,  

The Goddesse to whom the Pine is dedicated. ( And moved with* Cybels outcries, which did frown  
To see her hills defaced, and Pines pulled down,  
And Natures plaints, whose laws it had beguiled)  
Made the Sea stormy, which before was mildred:  
Since which the ribs of broken ships do show,  
What hurts and dangers by this engine grow,  
Which makes each fertile country want the more,  
By seeming Steward of each countries store.  
Now did the wary reaper with long bounds  
divide to portions the united grounds,  
Which erst were common to each mortal wight,  
As is the liquid air, or pleasant light:  
Nor did they onely take the needful corn,  
And daily food, which from the earth was born,  
But to the bowels of their mother sought,  
And cursed riches from the center brought,  
Which the wise earth had covered vnespide,  
And near unto the Stygian waves did hid.  
First then began the phrases, Mine, and Thine:  
Pure water turned to artificial wine:  
Pleasure unknown, and more then simplo mirth  
Start up with gold from out the mangled earth:  
Then bounds, then contracts at a racking price,  
And from those bounds sprung boundless avarice:  
Then hurtful steel the workmans hand did feel,  
And gold more hurtful then the hurtful steel:  
And when both these were comen to perfect growth,  
From thence came war, that fights with help of both:  
Then did the soldier, which in battle stands,  
Shake glittering weapons with his bloody hands:  
All lived by wrong: each friend his friend did fear,  
And brethren seldom linked in friendship were:  
The husband seeks the death of his own wife,  
And she again grieves at her husbands life:  
The angry stepdames fearful poisons make,  
Which their new husbands hated child may take:  
And the son weary of his fathers stay,  
Longs for his death before his fatal day.  
White Pieties dispersed relics lye  
conquered, and spoiled of earthly dignity,  
And then Astraea last of heavenly powers 
Iustice.   
forsook the earth reeking with bloody showers.  
Yet was not 'vice ascended to the height:  
Yet might our ponderous souls endure the weight  
Of our corrupted flesh: yet might we say  
The growth of sins perfection wants a day:  
Till the fierce Giants of Viperean birth  
Made lofty heaven no more secure then earth,  
Seeking Ioues kingdom by presumptuous warres,  
Building high mountaines to the trembling stars:  
But jove the hills did from Olympus toss,  
And cast great Pelion from the top of Osse:  
And when the furious Giants thus were killed,  
By the great weight which their own hands did build,  
The earth gave life unto her childrens blood,  
And framed them living bodies of her mud,  
And( least no sign should of her stock remain)  
She changed them to the forms of men again,  
Who not degen'rate from their bloody birth,  
Defi'd the heaven, and defiled the earth.  
Then first ambitious mortals 'gan to rise,  
And with vain pride did the great Gods despise,  
Still warred they with the Gods, still had the worst,  
And when their hands could do no more, they cursed:  
Nor could the flood that inward spot deface,  
Still it continued in the human race,  
Creeping unseen, subjecting every part,  
Till it possessed our chiefest tower, our hart:  
Which thus infected did a battle wage  
'gainst the remainders of the golden age.  

Goddesse of wrath and despite.  Then cursed Ate first began her reign,  
And placed her throne vpon the fluent main,  
joying to see the billows in their pride  
toss tottered ships with peril on each side:  
Yet sorry Neptune should so largely sup,  
And glad again, when ought he vomits up.  
By her hath every thing corrupted been  
From the earths center to the heavenly queen:  
( Which stands above the reach of earthly fears,  
The lowest of the pure celestial spheres)  
The fertile earth corrupted by these seeds  
Brought forth unwholesome plants,& fruitless weeds:  
The water not content with her own bounds,  
usurped vpon the near adjacent grounds:  
The air infected did infect the breath,  
From whence arose the instruments of death:  
The fire so hide herself, that none could see  
Where her abode or proper place should bee:  
Then sickness came on the infected earth,  
Some fell in youth, some perished in their birth,  
And whereas mortals never died before,  
Till spent with age their lights could burn no more,  
Now fathers eyes were made a watery source,  
To wash their sons graues in prepost'rous course.  
And had not the immortal Gods at last,  
Pitying the sorrows sillie men had past,  
cherished poor souls with their eternal love,  
And sent Apollo Paean from above,  
To cross the purpose which the hag intended,  
Long since her malice all the world had ended:  
Yet could not careful Phoebus quiter deface  
The venom Ate on the earth did place,  
Till Aesculapius great Apolloes son  
( envying the glory shepherd Pan had won,  
When of his love transformed he did invent  
The pleasure of a music instrument)  
descried this herb to our new golden age,  
And did devise a pipe, which should assuage  
The wounds, which sorrow in our hearts did fix,  
More then the sound of flutes, and fiddle-sticks,  
And by the force thereof( as Poets fain)  
Brought torn Hippolytus to life again,  
And watchmen set, and them Phisitians called  
Men, whom the Muses had before enstall'd,  
Whose careful souls were by this potion fired,  
And by the power of this sweet herb inspired,  
Which by the virtue of their sacred hands  
delivered men from death, and sickness bands.   

Others affirm the Gods were ignorant  
Of the confection of so sweet a plant:  
For had they known this smokes delicious smack,  
The vault of heaven ere this time had been black,  
And by the operation of this fume  
Been purged for ever of her cloudy rheum:  
dainty Ambrosia with a loth'd disdain  
Had been made meate for each milk-pottage-braine:  
Ioues ganymed had never smelled of drink,  
The heavenly Mazers flowing ore the brink,  
Nor fixen juno ever broken his head  
For spilling Nectar on the gorgeous bed:  
Gods would haue reueld at their feasts of mirth  
With the pure distillation of the earth,  
The marrow of the world, star of the West,  
The pearl, whereby this lower orb is blessed,  
The ioy of mortals, umpire of all strife,  
Delight of nature, Mithridate of life,  
The daintiest dish of a delicious feast,  
By taking which man differs from a beast.  
Thrice happy Isles, which steal the worlds delight,  
And do produce so rich a Margarite:  
Had but the old heroic spirits known  
The news, which famed unto our ears hath blown,  
Colchis, and the remote Hesperides  
Had not been sought for half so much as these:  
Nor had the fluent wits of ancient Greece  
praised the rich apple, or the golden fleece:  
Nor had Apolloes garland been of bays,  
Nor Homer writ of sweet Nepenthes praise: 
Nepenthes signifieth a drink to take away sorrow or care.   
Nor had Anacreon with a sugared gloze  
extolled the virtues of the fragrant Rose:  
Nor needed Hermes with his fluent tongue  
Haue ioin'd in one a rude uncivil throng,  
And by persuasions made that company  
An ordered politic society,  
When this dumb orator would more persuade,  
Then all the speeches mercury had made:  
Nor honoured Ceres been create divine,  
And worshipped so at curious Eleusine,  
Whom blinder ages did so much adorn  
For the invention of the use of corn:  
Nor Saturnes feast had been the joyful day,  
Wherein the romans washed their cares away,  
But in the honour of great Trinidade  
A new Tabacconalia had been made:  
Had watery Neptune known the force of this  
He had preuail'd, and Athens had been his,  
His gift the olive would as far exceed,  
As Pallas gift excelled his trampling stead:  
immortal Chiron had he known this leaf,  
( Hurt by an arrow of Alcides sheaf)  
Had never wished the trodden mortal way,  
But might haue well been cured, and lived for ay:  
Had foul Thersites with his spiteful hart,  
Crook'd in each inward, and each outward part,  
By this Elixir been but once refined,  
He would haue changed his body, and his mind:  
Or had the Bees that Platoes lips did grace,  
sucked hony from this sweet Tabacco-place,  
He had surpassed, and stained himself as far,  
As others by his style obscured are:  
With this had Circe in her pleasant cave  
tempered the potion she Vlysses gave,  
He never would haue wished, that his blessed eyes  
Might once behold his countries smoke arise:  
Had ancient Heralds known this sacred plant,  
Of which their luckless age was ignorant,  
When they did give the worlds most worthy things,  
As glorious ensigns to victorious Kings,  
tobacco had been richer armorie,  
Then Lions, Crosses, or spread Eaglets be:  

The Druids were Priests much reverenced among the savage Britaines and Frenchmen.  Did the French* Druids live, and were obeyed,  
Nicot( that first this herb to France conuey'd)  
Should be the God of pleasures and delights,  
worshipped with pomp on Bacchanalian nights,  
And in his praise the barbarous Priests would sing  
Vntuned numbers in a jarring string,  
carving harsh rhymes on every knotty three,  
More crooked and rugged, then the book could bee,  
Sounding in every homely verse they frame  
The triple accent of God Nicots name:  
Had the sage Chaldees which did name the stars,  
And were the first, and best Astronomers,  
seen the great wonders, which our eyes haue seen,  
This plant had then a constellation been.  
Nor had the honoured ram begun the year;  
Nor the high northern pole adorned the bear;  
Nor jove disgraced, nor with his Minions filled  
Th'engrauen vault, which first his hands did build:  
Our herb had been a Planet, and endued  
With light above the greatest magnitude,  
And when this star had stood in good aspect  
With happy Planets of the best effect,  
He, whom the proud world thē to light should bring,  
Had been a Poet, or at least a King:  
Saturne had never bragged his chariot went  
The next unto the azure firmament:  
Nor had the sun in his Maiestick pride  
Been thron'd with equal Planets on each side:  
Nor for high births had the Astrologer  
marked the coniunction of great jupiter.  
Were my quaint polished tongue my souls best hopes,  
And graced with figures, colours, schemes, and tropes,  
This herb would surpass in excellence  
The greatest Hyperboles of eloquence:  
Yet this sweet simplo by misordred use  
Death or some dangerous sickness may induce,  
Should we not for our sustentation eat,  
Because a surfet comes from too much meate?  
Should we not thirst with moderate drink repress,  
Because a dropsy springs from such excess?  
Should we not take some wholesome exercise  
To chafe our veins, and stretch our arteries,  
Because abused in a laborious kind  
It hurts the body, and amates the mind?  
So our faire plant, that doth as needful stand,  
As heaven, or fire, or air, or sea, or land,  
As moon, or stars, that rule the gloomy night,  
Or Tullies friendship, or the sunny light,  
Her sacred virtue in herself enroules,  
And leaves the evil in vainglorious souls,  
And yet who dyes cloyed with celestial breath,  

Diagoras died for ioy.  Shall die with ioy a Diagorian death.  
All goods, all pleasures it in one doth link,  
Tis physic, clothing, music, meate and drink:  
It makes the hungry souls forget their wants,  
And nimbly dance like skipping 
Cybels Priests, that danced much in their sacrifice.  Corybants:  
By force of this Timon that odious beast  
Would haue turned jester at each solemn feast,  
And by one draft of this Americk grape  
Haue been Laberius or Sarmentus ape:  
Nor would 
Diogenes.  the cynic in his homely tun  
Haue asked the shining of the gen'rall sun,  
But had he then this herbs great virtues known,  
He would haue begged it of 
Alexander.  the macedon.  
The fauns and satires which do lightly prance,  
The beasts that after Orpheus music dance,  
At sight of this would haue forgot the sound,  
The echoes would no more the voice rebound,  
Orpheus himself would haue forsook his Lute,  
And altogether stood amazed, and mute.  
The lumpish stoics, which did thus decree,  
A mortal man might without passion bee,  
Had they once cast their careless eyes on this,  
Would soon haue shown what human nature is:  
The Epicureans, whose chief good was placed  
In earthly pleasures vain voluptuous taste,  
Had our tobacco in their daies been found,  
Had built their frame on a more likely ground.  
Pyrrho that held all by opinion stood,  
Would haue affirmed this were by nature good:  
The rude Laconians, whom Lycurgus care  
barred from the traffic of exotic ware,  
Had* Malea been with such a treasure fraught, 
A haven nere Sparta among the Lacaedemonians.   
Would haue esteemed their strictest acts at nought,  
And with a slight pretence, or feigned cause,  
Haue cracked the credit of their cobweb laws.  
When eloquent Hegesias caused men die  
With disputation of lives misery,  
Had this life-giuing pleasant potion then  
Been once imparted to those desp'rate men,  
It would haue sooner forced them to live,  
Then the commands great Ptolomie could give:  
Had Phoebus Hyacinth, or faire Narcissus,  
Venus Adonis, or sweet Cyparissus,  
By the propitious Gods been turned to this,  
happy had been their Metamorphosis:  
Yet it may be to this they were not turned,  
Because their louers grieved to see them burned:  
This is the Opium, which the Turks do take,  
When they their hearts would light& jocund make:  
By this Medea did her drink compose,  
Which AEson did from aged bonds unlose:  
You find not a diviner herb then this,  
In all Albertus de miraculis:  
Or the huge Herbals, which vain fools obey,  
In Porta, Fuchsius, and great Dodoney:  
In it Phisitians haue no skill at all,  
It is an essence metaphysical,  
Nor is a thing so exquisite, so pure,  
composed of any common temp'rature:  

sceptics are those Phisi●… s which deal by searching into nature, but Empi icks by experience.  Nor can the sceptics, or empirics see  
This herbs great virtue, nature and degree:  
Who takes this medicine need not greatly care,  
Who Galenists, who Paracelsians are:  
Nor need he seek their Rosaries, their sums,  
Their Secrets, their Dispensatoriums:  
Nor fill his pocket with their costly bills,  
Nor stuff his maw with their vnsau'ry pills,  
Nor make huge pitfals in his tender veins,  
With thousand other more then hellish pains,  
But by this herbs celestial quality  
May keep his health in mirth and jollity:  
It is the fountain whence all pleasure springs,  
A potion for imperial crwoned Kings:  
He that is master of so rich a store,  
May laugh at Croesus, and esteem him poor,  
And with his smoky sceptre in his fist  
Securely flout the toiling alchemist,  
Who daily labours with a vain expense  
In distillations of the quint-essence,  
Not knowing, that this golden herb alone  
Is the Philosophers admired ston:  
It is your gallants medicine singular,  
As Possets to the wearied Ploughman are:  

The King of the Phaeacians, whose orchard Homer describes.  Alcinous trees, nor the Isles fortunate  
Cannot afford so sweet a delicate:  
Teucer had never purged his cares with wine,  
Had he but dreamt of physic so divine:  
Nor Bacchus had been patron of delight,  
Nor governed Tigers with his princely might,  
Nor conquered all the nations of the earth,  
Because he tamed their savage minds with mirth:  
Nor had 
mercurial of mercury, Gentiane of Gentius King of Illyricum.  mercurial, or herb Gentiane  
The glorious names of Gods, or Princes tane:  
Moly of which the 
Homer.  Prince of Poets wrote,  
Spaines treacle, or the strongest 
Antidote is any remedy against poison.  Antidote,  
Is not so good against a magic spell,  
Nor deadly poison from th'heart t'expell,  
As our most glorious plant: which had it been  
In ancient times, and famous ages seen,  
The fruitful olive, and sweet-smelling bays  
Had never been the signs of peace, and praise:  
Long since the blessed Thistle, and Herbe-grace  
Had lost their names, and been accounted base,  
Had great tobacco pleased to show her powers,  
As now she doth in this blessed age of ours,  
blessed age, wherein the Indian sun had shined,  
Whereby all Arts, all tongues haue been refined:  
Learning long butted in the dark abysme  
Of dunstical, and monkish barbarism,  
When once this herb by careful pains was found,  
Sprung up like Cadmus followers from the ground,  
Which Muses visitation bindeth us,  
More to great Cortez, and Vespucius, 
Cortez and Vespucius were two that helped especially to the true knowledge of America.   
Then to our witty Mores immortal name,  
To Valla, or the learned Rott'rodame:  
And our poor tongue, which long had barren lain,  
Wanting the fall of sweet Parnassian rain,  
Was lightened by this Planets radiant beams,  
Which rising from the western ocean streams,  
Melteth the dry clouds to celestial showers,  
And on our heads those heavenly fountains powers:  
Had the Castalian Muses known the place,  
Which this Ambrosia did with honour grace,  
They would haue left Parnassus long ago,  
And changed their Phocis for Wingandekoe;  
Yet it may be the people void of sense,  
With savage rites, and manners feared them thence:  
But our more glorious Nymph, our modern Muse,  
Which life and light doth to the North infuse,  
Which doth with joint and mutual honour grace  
Her place with learning, learning with her place:  
In whose respect the Muses barbarous are,  
The Graces rude, nor is the Phoenix rare:  
Which far exceeds her predecessors facts,  
Nor are their wondrous acts, now wondrous acts:  
Which by her wisdom, and her Princely powers  
Defends the walls of Albions cliffie towers,  
Hath vncontrol'd stretched out her mighty hand  
over Virginia, and the New-found-land,  
And spread the Colours of our English Rose  
In the far countries, where tobacco grows,  
And tamed the savage nations of the West,  
Which of this jewel were in vain possessed:  
Nor is it marvel that this precious gem  
Is thus beset with beasts, and kept by them,  
When it is likely, that almighty jove,  
By such fierce keepers to obscure it strove,  
Bearing against it an immortal hate,  
As the gainsayer of eternal fate:  
Besides a thousand dangers circled round,  
What ever good within this world is found,  
Least mortals should no work, nor trade profess,  
But spend their daies in lust, and idleness:  
And least their fickle thoughts should soon disdain  
The things they got but with a little pain:  
Therefore best fruits are covered with hard shells,  
The sweetest water is in deepest wels,  
And Indian Ants as big as Mastiues hold  
A place most fertile of desired gold,  
Sicile the garner of the earth, her pride  
Hath Scylla and Charybdis on each side,  
And in times past had a plague worse then these,  
Of the fierce Cyclops and Laestrygones, 
Fierce people dwelling near sicily, of whom Homer speaks.   
The horrid Dragon, which did never sleep,  
The Orchard of the golden fruit did keep,  
And in the countries, which be hot and dry,  
The dreadful beasts about the fountains lye,  
And Gotthish Spaniards haue the royalty,  
Where glorious gold, and rich tobacco be,  
A nation worse then the Laestrygones,  
And far more savage then the savages:  
Yet doth not this divine tobacco soil,  
Which shines like a bright Diamond in a foil,  
And doth as far excel the golden grains,  
As gold the brass, or silver pewter stains,  
Although the chemists say, our mother bears  
Gold in her womb so many thousand yeares,  
Ere she can perfect what she hath begun,  
And bring to full growth that terrestrial sun:  
And though the* Theban lyric crowned with bays 
Pindarus.   
Begins his Odes with that sweet metals praise,  
Yet counteruailes it not this herbs desert,  
But only shares a younger brothers part:  
For this our praised plant on high doth sore  
above the base dross of earthly ore,  
Like the brave spirit, and ambitious mind,  
Whose Eaglets eyes the sunbeams cannot blind,  
Nor can the clog of poverty depress  
Such souls in base, and native lowliness,  
But proudly scorning to behold the earth,  
They leap at Crownes, and reach above their birth:  
Despised mud sinks to the center strait,  
But worthy things will strive to get on height:  
So our sweet herb all earthly dross doth hate,  
Though in the earth both nourished, and create,  
And as the nature is of smoke, and fire  
leaves this low orb, and labours to aspire  
wrapped in the cincture of her smoky shroudes,  
Mixing her vapours with the airy clouds,  
And from these fumes ascending to the skies,  
Some say the dews, and gentle showers arise,  
And from the fire thereof the Cyclops strove  
To frame the mighty thunderbolts of jove:  
This is a savour which the Gods doth please,  
If they do feed on smoke( as Lucian says)  
Therefore the cause that the bright sun doth rest  
At the low point of the declining West,  
When his oft-wearied horses breathless pant,  
Is to refresh himself with this sweet plant,  
Which wanton Thetis from the West doth bring,  
To ioy her love after his toilsome ring:  
For 't is a cordial for an inward smart,  
As is Dictamnum to the wounded Hart:  
It is the sponge that wipes out all our woe;  
'tis like the thorn that doth on Pelion grow,  
With which who-ere his frosty limbs anoints,  
Shall feel no could in his benumbed joints;  
'tis like the river, which who ere doth taste,  
Forgets his present griefs and sorrows past:  
music, which causeth vexed thoughts retire,  
And for a while cease their tormenting fire:  
music the prise, which when the ears haue stolen,  
They do convey it to th'attentiue soul:  
music, which forceth beasts to stand at gaze,  
And doth the rude and senseless souls amaze:  
compared to this, is like delicious strings,  
Which sound but harshly while Apollo sings:  
The brain with this infum'd all quarrel ends,  
tully and Clodius will be faithful friends,  
And like another Crassus one carovie 
Crassus was the onely bond( while he lived) of Caesar and Pompeyes friendship.   
Will link again Pompey, and Caesars house,  
And quickly stint the inhuman designs  
Of furious 
guelphs and Gibellines were a mighty faction in italy.  guelphs, and warlike Gibellines.  
The man that shall this smoky magic prove,  
Shall need no 
Philters be charms to obtain love.  Philters to obtain his love,  
But shall be decked with far more pleasing grace,  
Then ere was Nireus or Narcissus face.  
Here could I tell you, how vpon the seas  
Some men haue fasted with it forty daies:  
How those, to whom Plinie no mouths did give,  
do only on divine tobacco live:  
How Andron, which did pass the Lybian sands  
unto the place where Hammons Temple stands,  
And never drank, nor was he ever dry,  
suppressed the heat of raging thirst thereby:  
How a dull cynic by the force of it  
Hath got a pleasing gesture, and good wit:  
How sparing Demea whom the comic chaung'd,  
By this was from his former self estraung'd:  
How many Cowards base and recreant,  
By one pipes draft were turned valiant,  
And after in an artificial mist  
Haue overthrown their foes before they wist:  
How one that dreamed of a tobacco roll,  
Though sick before, was strait made perfect whole.  
Peace prattling Muse, offend sage ears no more,  
Die in the seas which canst not get the shore,  
And sink, as ouerwhelm'd with too much matter,  
Least telling all the world should think thee flatter:  

Plinie was burnt searching to know from whence the fire of the hill Vesuuius did rise.  do not, like curious Plinie, seek to know,  
Whence the earths smoke, and secret flames do grow,  
Least this immortal fire, and sacred fume,  
Like to Vesuuius do thy powers consume:  
But clok'd with vapours of a dusky hue,  
Bid both the world and thy sweet herb Adue.   {αβγδ}. 
FINIS.