'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 tipped in Amber, mellow, rich and ripe;
Yet they lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties - Give me a cigar !'
Lord Byron 'The Island'

'Little tube of mighty power,
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 braced;
And thy pretty swelling crest,
With my little stopper pressed,
And the sweetest bliss of blisses,
Breathing from they balmy kisses.
Happy thrice and thrice again,
Happiest he of happy men.

'Who when again the night returns,
When again the taper burns;
When again 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 again
Happiest he of happy men. '