"Tobacco," a ballad published in D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1719:

Tobacco's but an Indian weed,
Grows green in the morn, cut down at eve;
It shows our decay,
We are but clay;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco!

The pipe that is so lily white,
Wherein so many take delight,
It's broken with a touch, -
Man's life is such;
Think of this when you take tobacco!

The pipe that is so foul within,
It shows man's soul is stained with sin;
It doth require
To be purged with fire;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco!

The dust that from the pipe doth fall,
It shows we are nothing but dust at all;
For we came from the dust,
And return we must;
Think of this when you smoke tobacco!

The ashes that are left behind,
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust
Return we must;
Think of this when you take tobacco!

The smoke that does so high ascend,
Shows that man's life must have an end;
The vapour's gone, -
Man's life is done;
Think of this when you take tobacco!

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The Indian Princess above comes from a fine gallery of cigar store figures at UVa.

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Included at Chris' Pipe Pages is a scanned copy of the 1968-69 catalog from the Harvard Square tobacconist Leavitt & Peirce. I'd like to puff Famous Cake Box Mixture in one of the Fireside Churchwardens advertised on Page 8 with this evocative verse:

One foot away the embers glow
One foot you draw the smoke
Caress Churchwarden in your palm –
Are you a lucky bloke!
With a free package of one-foot pipe
cleaners.

Of Famous Cake Box Mixture it is said on Page 11:

Since the eighteen eighties,
Cake Box lightly has perfumed
The air of seventeen thousand towns,
It may be well presumed.

Elsewhere at the site, see this page of pipe oddities, including the magnetized dashboard briar, a briar you can whittle as you smoke, a Sir John Bull pipe that keeps puffing even if smoked in a gale, and an ooh-la-la peekaboo pipe with built-in French glamour girl.