to your rude health,

Characters:

• The King
• Sam
• Tobacco
• Will

Good indeed,
the herb’s good weed,
fill thy pipe Will,
and I prithee Sam, fill,
for sure we may smoak and yet sing still,
what say the learned?
“Vita fumus”,
’tis what you and I and he and all of us,
“Sumus”,
but then to the learned say we again,
if life’s a smoke, as they maintain,
if life’s a vapour without doubt,
when a man does die,
they should not cry
that his glass is run, but his pipe is out,
but whether we smoke or whether we sing,
let’s be loyal and remember the King,
let him live and let his foes vanish,
thus like a pipe of Spanish.

Songs with this text:

• Good indeed, the herb’s good weed, fill thy pipe...