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PLEASURES OF SNUFF-TAKING.


Let some the joys of Bacchus praise,
The vast delights which he conveys,
And pride them in their wine;
Let others choose the nice _morceau_,
The piquant joys of feasting know,
But other gifts are mine.

Give me, ye gods, my quantum suff.
Of Grimstone's or Gillespie's snuff--
These are the sorts I crave;
Defend me from the Lundyfoot,
'Tis to my nostrils worse than soot,
And from the Irish save.

Your Prince's Mixture I despise,
It clogs the head and dims the eyes--
The nose rejects such burden;
Sure 'tis the critic's vast delight,
So dull and stupidly they write,
I call for witness ----.

Oh! where shall I for courage fly?