Part One:  The Law
By Thomas Jenner (1636?)

This Indian weed now wither'd quite,
'Tho' green at noon, cut down at night,
        Shows thy decay;
        All flesh is hay.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

The pipe so lily-like and weak,
Does thus thy mortal state bespeak.
        Thou art ev'n such,
        Gone with a touch.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Then thou behold'st the vanity
        Of worldly stuff,
        Gone with a puff.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

And when the pipe grows foul within,
Think on thy soul defil'd with sin;
        For then the fire,
        It does require.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

And seest the ashes cast away;
Then to thyself thou mayest say
        That to the dust
        Return thou must.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

Part Two:  The Gospel
By Ralph Erskine (1685-1752)

Was this small plant for thee cut down?
So was the plant of great renown;
        Which mercy sends
        For nobler ends.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

Doth juice medicinal proceed
From such a naughty foreign weed?
        Then what's the pow'r
        Of Jesse's flow'r?
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

The promise, like the pipe, inlays,
And by the mouth of faith conveys
        What virtue flows
        From Sharon's rose.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.

In vain th' unlighted pipe you blow;
Your pains in inward means are so,
        'Till heav'nly fire
        Thy heart inspire.
                Thus think, and smoke tobacco.