Chapter TOBACCO to TO-MORROW of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

TOBACCO to TO-MORROW

TOBACCO.—What a glorious creature was he who first discovered the use of tabacco!—the industrious retires from business—the voluptuous from pleasure—the lover from a cruel mistress—the husband from a curs’d wife—and I from all the world to my pipe.

Fielding.—The Grub Street Opera, Act III. Scene 1.

As bland he puff’d the pipe o’er weekly news,
His bosom kindles with sublimer views.

T. Wharton.—Newmarket, Line 87.

The child of tobacco, his pipes, and his papers.

Ben Jonson.—The Fortunate Isles.

Sublime tobacco! which, from east to west,
Cheers the tar’s labour or the Turkman’s rest;
Which on the Moslem’s ottoman divides
His hours, and rivals opium and his brides;
Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand,
Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand:
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp’d with amber, mellow, rich and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties—give me a cigar!

Byron.—The Island, Canto II. Stanza 19.

A good vomit, I confess, a virtuous herb if it be well qualified, opportunely taken, and medicinally used; but as it is commonly abused by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, ’tis a plague, a mischief, a violent purger of goods, lands, health, hellish, devilish and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow of body and soul.

Burton.—Anat. of Melancholy, Part II. Sect. IV. Memb. 2. Subs. 1.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society’s chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Cowper.—Conversation, Line 251.

TOGETHER.—Together let us range the fields.

Ed. Moore.—A Song written in 1745.

Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.

Pope.—An Essay on Man, Epi I. Line 9.

TOIL.—Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas,
Ease after war, death after life, does greatly please.

Spenser.—The Fairy Queen, Book I. Canto 10.

The toils of honour dignify repose.

Hoole’s Metastasio.—Achilles in Sycios, Act III. Scene last.

TOLD.—Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Is that portentous phrase, “I told you so.”

Byron.—Don Juan, Canto XIV. Stanza 50.

How cold he hearkens to some bankrupt’s woe,
Nods his wise head, and cries—“I told you so!”

Sprague.—(From Mrs. Hales’ Dict. of Quot.)