Tobacco, Tobacco

Tobacco, tobacco, sing sweetly for tobacco!
Tobacco is like love; oh love it;
For you see, I will prove it.
Love maketh lean the fat man's tumour,
So doth tobacco.
Love still dries up the wanton humour,
So doth tobacco.
Love makes men sail from shore to shore,
So doth tobacco.
'Tis found love often makes men poor,
So doth tobacco.
Love makes men scorn all coward fears,
So doth tobacco.
Love often sets men about the ears,
So doth tobacco.
Tobacco, tobacco,
Sing sweetly for Tobacco,
Tobacco is like love; oh love it;
For you see, I will prove it.

-anonymous, from Tobias Hume’s Musical Humours (1605)