He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven. – Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, What Will He Do With It?
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers. – Ben Jonson, Every Man in His Humour
