A Pipe of Tobacco/II

by Isaac Hawkins Browne

Little Tube of mighty Pow’r,
Charmer of an idle Hour,
Object of my warm Desire,
Lip of Wax, and Eye of Fire;
And thy snowy taper Waist,
With my Finger gently brac’d;
And thy pretty swelling Crest,
With my little Stopper prest;
And the sweetest Bliss of Blisses,
Breathing from thy balmy Kisses.
Happy thrice, and thrice agen,
Happiest he of happy Men;
Who when agen the Night returns,
When agen the Taper burns;
When agen the Cricket’s gay,
(Little Cricket, full of Play)
Can afford his Tube to feed
With the fragrant Indian Weed:
Pleasure for a Nose divine,
Incense of the God of Wine.
Happy thrice, and thrice agen,
Happiest he of happy Men.